Not Your Place

    Posted on: March 2nd, 2017 by Randi No Comments

    Recently, I had to block a family member for sharing information that wasn’t there’s to share. I see it happen to friends and see people complaining about it online in relationship forums. I never thought it was something I had to worry about.

    It was a comment posted on a Facebook status that had nothing to do with the subject of the post. What struck me as he most infuriating was that it was so far off topic that it reaked of attention seeking. It was a very bold “I know something that others don’t, let me show them how important I am”. What’s worse is that this was something I did not share with this person. Instead it was overheard because they feel the need to stick their nose in business that doesn’t belong to them.

    There are aspects of my life that are private, that I share with immediate family and there are things that I keep from certain people because those people don’t deserve to know. In either case, I prefer to tell those people. I don’t need my business shared through to family members that I don’t speak to nor have a relationship with. If I wanted them to know, I would tell them.

    If you have good or bad news about someone, it’s not your place to tell. Simply mind your own business and leave it to that person to deal with. Dont resort to being a gossip because you have nothing worth sharing in your own life. It’s not your place.

    Our Pest Problem

    Posted on: January 4th, 2017 by Randi 2 Comments

    I’m not sure how open I was a couple of years ago about a problem I was having in our new apartment. It was embarrassing and I was mortified. I am still am but I kind of want to get it out. Still not sure if I plan to make this private or not.

    We moved into our apartment in June of 2013. It was my first time not living with my mother. Getting our own place was going to be great and we were so excited. When we saw the place, we took my mom with us. We checked all of the rooms, checked cupboard space, and it was in the bathroom cabinet under the sink where I saw what looked like a large ant motel. Red flag #1. I pointed it out to my mother but ants aren’t a problem, everyone gets an ant or two. While talking to the landlord he casually mentioned that he had exterminators coming monthly as a precautionary measure. I thought that was great since I HATE spiders and centipedes. Happy to not have to live with them. I was happy but I should have seen that as red flag #2.

    It was two weeks into our new place when I was coming out of the bathroom and saw a bug on the door frame. It was small and black and brown. I killed it but thought for a moment, that looked like a baby roach. Baby Roaches don’t look like roaches. I know what these things look like because a few years earlier we were living in an apartment pest free until the lady upstairs moved out. That’s when we started seeing these tiny little black and brown bugs. As time went on we saw more and more of them and they increased in size until one day we saw a full size one. Our landlord did not care and when we moved out, we left everything in the kitchen. We brought 2 fridges with us when we moved in (one in kitchen and one in dining room), we left the one in the kitchen so that we didn’t bring them. This was my first experience. So when I saw this small bug in our new apartment, I yelled to my brother that I just killed a bug that I described and he said he killed one the day before. I made an offhand comment about how much it would suck if it was a roach.

    It was later that week when I saw a full size one and lost it. I knocked on our neighbors door to find out if she’s seen them and she lied to me at first, badly. I could tell she was lying right to my face before admitting it’s been a problem for months and the house had been condemned previously for it. I called the landlord and tried to explain to him what I saw. He said he’d call the exterminators. I tried to find out why, push him on it because at this point I realized he lied to us and knowingly moved us in with these things. He treated me like a hysterical woman and I called my mother in tears because I couldn’t believe this was happening. (If I am not mistaken this was illegal but it wasn’t something I could push because I would have been on the street with all of my animals.)

    He did send exterminators and I tried to deal. I screamed every time I saw one, I made Andrew come and kill them. I told the exterminators when and where and what size when they came but every month it seemed like the exterminators weren’t helping. We lived in a duplex with the trashiest people next door. We weren’t getting rid of them.  Soon the landlord stopped calling to tell us when they were coming so they’d show up and skip the house that didn’t answer. Soon they stopped coming all together. The landlord didn’t care (pennsylvania has some of the slummiest slumlords) and we were stuck because there was no way we’d find another place to live. When we moved out, we had time to move out, we could afford to move out. We looked and found this place because he took all of the animals. Most places don’t. Finding a place to take even 1 dog was next to impossible, let alone 3 dogs. We knew that we weren’t going to get out of this place unless we bought a house.

    It took us a while but we finally did. Thank god. While setting up the utilities, I also called an exterminator, let them know our problem, that we were trying to move and how to go about it. They were super helpful and the techs I have dealt with are so friendly and understanding. So we have our own exterminators now that I have access to and can call at any time. There was a $200 initial fee but I am paying $44/month to make sure that I don’t have to see these things again. If it cost $200/month, I would have done it. I have such a fear of these things (thanks to that creepshow movie I watched as a kid) and I may suffer from ptsd from it for a while. I can’t open a cupboard without stepping back and reaching from afar. I check everything. My eyes dart around the room if I see anything, even a shadow. I don’t think I will ever be able to stick my hand in something I can’t see into, back of cupboard, under sink. I need a flashlight to climb under my desk if I drop something. I hate them and I just want to be rid of them forever.

    This is oddly written like I am pushing something but I didn’t. lol It’s early and the exterminator just left and I thought I would post something, even if it’s quick.

    Protected: Too much of a headache

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    Protected: I don’t care

    Posted on: June 20th, 2015 by Randi Enter your password to view comments.
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    Protected: Once A Cheating Whore…

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    Protected: Losing Control

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    My Poor Cat

    Posted on: March 29th, 2014 by Randi 1 Comment

    For the past few weeks, Reese has been acting really weird. She used to spend some time up in the cupboard away from the other cats. It was her domain and only hers. Last week, I think, she was up there for a few days. Would not come down no matter what we did. Eventually, we forced her out and boarded up that cupboard. Since that, though, she has not gone upstairs. Now, their litter boxes and food dishes are up there but she doesn’t leave the kitchen.

    Through all of this, she’s become even more terrified and paranoid. James can’t get anywhere near her. Any time she enters the living room, she’s on the look out for James. If he gets close to her, she lets out this horrible growl until I shoo him away. She has not been treating me any differently, actually she’s more loving to me than she’s ever been. Now, I’m like her protector.

    I think something happened between her and James and she wants nothing to do with him. Maybe they tussled, maybe he hurt her, but somehow he claimed their bedroom as his and she won’t go in there.

    I finally caved and made sure she was getting food downstairs. I don’t think she’s been eating. I thought it was a weird phase but she shows no signs of going up those stairs. I even caught her using the puppy pads to go to the bathroom. Something happened and she’s not right. She seems healthy otherwise. She doesn’t appear to be sick and other than the sudden paranoia of James and not leaving the kitchen or living room, she seems fine.

    I’m pissed, though. James is a complete terror and he’s dominating my cat. He walks around like he owns the place and I’m fucking sick of it. I don’t want to have to rehome him but I will do all that I can to knock him off his thrown. He doesn’t run this house, I do. I won’t let him keep doing this to her. If it comes down to him or Reese, I WILL throw his ass out. He’s an asshole and not in the “he’s a cat” way. He thinks he owns us and I’m going to fucking fix it. Reese is nothing but a sweetheart and she doesn’t deserve this. She was here first. It may break Andrew’s heart but I promise to only use it as a last resort.

    On the other hand, Bella is completely unphased by any of it. She’s all over the place and I even caught her laying by James. She hangs out by Reese.

    New Chapter?

    Posted on: March 25th, 2014 by Randi 4 Comments

    Today, I got an overwhelming feeling that I want to learn to drive. Up until now, I’ve said never because I’m afraid. I still am but I realize that I’m being held back because of it. I don’t want to do it but I know I need to.

    Mostly, I hate being home all day. I have the time to go out and do stuff but I’m stuck because I don’t have a car. I have no money for taxis and I am not a fan of city buses.

    In the grand scheme of things, it’s going to help out. I need to get a job, any job really, while I finish up school since I ran out of loans. Having a car really cuts one of my last excuses out entirely. I’ll have money, extra money for the house. I can help with the bills. I’ll be able to get out and see my best friend. Andrew won’t be so stressed. Eventually, I’ll have a car.

    Really, it comes down to I know I need to grow the fuck up. I’m still dependent on those around me and I’m never going to get anywhere relying on Andrew and my family. I’m an adult. I need to act like it. I have to start getting my shit together. Being afraid has been what kept me from doing all this, being afraid of driving, getting a job, growing up, having responsibilities, being an actual adult. My life is blowing past me and I’m wasting it.

    I’m scared but I know laying around wishing I was doing something with my life instead of going out and doing it is what is bringing me down. There are days where I just want to sit and cry and look at all that I’m not doing. Seeing people who I never thought would go anywhere, actually doing something with their lives. I had high hopes when I was younger. Then one day, I saw how much effort was needed to accomplish them, and I said “Screw it.”

    There are some days I worry that I’ve wasted time and money I don’t have on a degree for web development. I wonder if if I should have done something else, picked a profession based on the pay. This is what I want to do with my life. Even if the pay isn’t good, at least what I do will make me happy.

    I just hope this “high” stays. My mom offered to help me learn to drive. Maybe this is a new chapter for me. My determination seems greater than my fear. I hope it lasts.

    Protected: Thicker Than Water

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    Protected: I Don’t Even Know What to Call This

    Posted on: October 16th, 2013 by Randi Enter your password to view comments.
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I’m Randi, short for RandiLynn. I am a 25 year old blogger, web developer, furmama, and gamer from Northeast PA. I live with my husband and 7 animals. I live, eat, and sleep HTML & CSS. I spend my time creating pretty web stuff, blogging, gaming or binge-watching TV shows.


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