Margaritaville

Ha, and I thought I wouldn't get to post to day, I should have realized the hubby wouldn't want to wake up at my insistent prodding.

Yesterday I got my licence renewed and believe it or not it was the easiest trip through the DMV I have ever had. We picked a number and that number was called. I was shocked.

Also yesterday, our car failed DEQ. Hmm, really sucks. We have almost until the end of the month to try to make it pass before we have to get a trip permit. That goodness for Hairy going to school to learn about cars.

We went to the grocery store yesterday and it turned into a scary flash back to high school. First we saw this one girl, a slutty little thing from high school that I could never admit to actually liking. Imagine my surprise when I saw her pushing around her fourth kid in the shopping cart. Fourth. Twenty-four and it's her fourth. Some people should be sterilized. Second we saw another girl, someone who I was actually really close friends with until I got tired of being screwed over. I didn't see her at first, I noticed her mom long before I noticed her. I turned to tell the hubby who I had seen and took notice of the look spread across his face. I gave another gander and realized who had walked right past me and the chick was repeatedly giving me backward glances. I'm going to assume she misses me, it didn't end well. I can't believe how big her kid has gotten. Third we saw yet another girl from the high school glory days. This third girl was immature beyond belief (thought she actually had a chance to marry one of the guys from 'NSYNC) and took some weird pleasure in hitting oh my hubby (then boyfriend) but then again she wasn't the only one. All in all? I felt like running from that grocery store. Friggin' haunted I tell ya.

Tonight is our margarita celebration, so far it looks like it's going to be me, the hubby, Ketchup, Tall and Hairy. Our little punk rocker friend might also stop by, as well as a guy the hubby and Ketchup work with. Any way you look at it, I need more female friends, ha! It's raining today so our barbeque will be inside on the electric grill, which is fine really, I wasn't really looking forward to hauling all the supplies down the stairs into the parking lot.

So hey, rent finally went up, a fifty-five dollar increase for this dump. This whole thing was supposed to make this place more official for when the landlord passes it on to someone else to take over. That may have been the original goal but he's doing some screwy stuff so I am not sure how it's supposed to be accomplished. The landlord wants to charge five dollars a day for guests. That a hundred and fifty dollars a month. I will tell you right now that Ketchup doesn't use a hundred and fifty bucks a month worth of water so what the hell is the money for? To make it just that much more official, he will bring it down to two dollars a day if the guest is willing to do janitorial work around the building. He wants to charge by either the couple or the individual and really it doesn't make any sense.

Basically according to these new rules, we should be paying seven hundred dollars a month for an apartment less then four hundred square feet and a laundry list of problems. Using the same logic, Hairy should be paying eight hundred to nine-fifty for his apartment. No where in this town are these prices worth it. With all this logic, suppose the landlord will charge Li'l Mama for her boyfriend or even the kid? Probably not. How about Prissy's dog? Gonna charge for that?

The landlord claims that all the increases are to compensate the rising costs of garbage and water, blah blah blah. I would even believe it if it weren't for the fact that random people use our dumpster all the time because the landlord never bothered to fix the lock. I'm not paying for stranger's garbage to be picked up. I'm also not paying extra for unreliable hot water and water pressure, problems that have only gotten worse, not better. At this point the landlord kind of guesses that Ketchup is staying here. I don't plan on confirming it because I certainly don't plan on paying for it. I wonder if the landlord knows that his residents are looking for better options elsewhere. I wonder if the landlord knows how easily they will find it.

We used one of those online calculators to figure out how much our kicker check should be. Honestly, if we seriously get a check for that amount, it just may renew my faith somewhat in the American government. If that check is what that website says it is? We will once again financially be in a place to move. I don't know if we will be able to upgrade to exactly what we want (due to the monthly requirements) but we can sure as hell find better then this. I'm too skeptical to set my heart on it though, it seems so far fetched and I certainly don't want to be let down.

So yeah, I've mentioned the issues we were having with our car insurance. Yesterday we fixed them. We have officially left Farmers, I will miss my agent but I won't miss the bill. (Our agent is such a cool guy, he said we can still call him for advice or whatnot whenever we want. Plus he is giving us some forty-five year old sourdough starter. Awesome!) With the new company we found, it's literally half price. No kidding. Extremely easy and painless. If only everything can be that way.

Anyway, time for me to go and get ready. The hubby's mom is taking us out to eat (probably Subway, one of my personal favorites) and then we have some grocery shopping to finish up before tonight.

Am I busy? Sure feels like it, heh.