Posts Tagged ‘home’

    Interior Design Block

    Posted on: January 10th, 2017 by Randi 3 Comments

    We ran out of soap in the master bathroom, so I started using body wash to wash my hands, grabbing it from the shower. This went on for a week and a half, maybe. Meanwhile, I have a bottle of antibacterial soap in the other bathroom at the sink. The thought never crossed my mind to GO GET IT. No one uses the other bathroom except very occasionally. Why didn’t I just get it? I feel like it isn’t ours. I’ve felt like this is a stranger’s house that we are staying in. You wouldn’t go moving things in a stranger’s house, right? I know it’s ours and I love it. It’s beautiful and I look around and smile. It just doesn’t feel like it’s ours. I haven’t had time to make this place homey yet.

    I’ve still not hung a damn thing. I’m still staring at these bare walls. It’s worse now that the tree has come down. The living room and dining room were painted and look great. I just don’t know where I want anything to go. I want to decorate but I also need a ton of money to go crazy in a Michaels or Target for decor and since I don’t know what I want to do, I don’t know what to buy.

    Things are coming together very slowly. I bought 2 book shelves for the living room to go on either side of the TV stand. I feel like once those are up, I’ll know where I can start with pictures. However, they need to be painted white and not only is it freezing this week but the sun goes down at 5:00pm, when I finish working. Saturday it’s supposed to snow so it’s not happening then either.

    I need to hang some pictures. I’ve got time, obviously, I just want to get to being comfortable in it. Hopefully, in a few months I’ll either having things hung or be used to it.

    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.

    Home Sweet Home

    Posted on: December 3rd, 2016 by Randi 2 Comments

    Until this morning, this place didn’t feel like home despite us living here for a week now. Since my mom was in Ohio with extended family, I took Zack and Breya for the week. They are 11 and 14 and while they are better than they used to be, because they are older, they bicker nonstop, don’t clean up after themselves, and can be a tad disrespectful (had to take Breya’s phone off of her). Our house did not feel like our home because it felt like we were in someone else’s home. Home doesn’t feel like home until I can lay on the couch, sprawled out and spend 45 minutes trying to figure out what I’m going to not watch while I play on my phone in the quiet.

    The kids left yesterday and when I woke up this morning, it just felt right. I took the dogs out, said hi to the kitties who are exploring (including Reese!) and straightened up.

    I have no plans for today. I want to enjoy it. Then I may take a bath because my amazingly large tub looks so damn inviting!

    It Was A Good Day

    Posted on: July 24th, 2014 by Randi 4 Comments

    Andrew brought home the air conditioner that he ordered last week. 12,000BTU on sale for $250. Thank you, Best Buy (and SlickDeals). I love it. In addition to the AC sent from the gods, Andrew brought me a wake up coffee and sandwich from Dunkin. I don’t know about you but that’s the 2nd best way to wake up (you know the first ;])

    It’s a big and awesome AC, too, so I opted for the side window behind our couch (rather than the one on our porch) to prevent the obvious in our neighborhood. Andrew moved the couch out while I did my morning routine and when I came down, it was lighter and animal toy land. And soooo much dog hair. I clean, I sweep, I vacuum but when you have cats it doesn’t matter. It’s like they aim for the places you can’t reach when they play. Anyway, around the lighters, and dog hair, and cat toys lay my favorite bra that I honestly forgot I had.

    It Was A Good Day!

    So, how can this day get better?! It can’t. Tomorrow is Friday. The Friday I get the kids. So, I’m going to be spending the rest of the day cleaning. Tomorrow is a busy day and I’d like to make it as easy as possible by wiping out the housework today.  Andrew took tomorrow off to make it less stressful. He has to get his car inspected, first thing tomorrow. Then, we are off to grocery shop, something that is long overdue. At 4:30pm, Loki, James, and Bella have a vet appointment. Loki needs his initial exam and shots, James somehow contracted ear mites (which still baffles me as no one else has them), and Bella has yet ANOTHER eye infection.

    I don’t know what it is with her. This has been off and on since we got her. Other than that, she’s completely healthy. The only thing I can think is she loves pets so much that she rubs the side of her face on EVERYTHING. Seriously, we watch her do it. I think she keeps scratching her eye. The vet doesn’t even ask to see her anymore and just keeps calling something in but I need to get to the bottom of this. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not.

    After the kitty appt, we have to go pick up Zack and Breya. My mom claims Breya has been better, so we’ll see. She was given a grounded that everyone followed through with. Usually, and my mom is the first to admit, that after a day or two, she forgets or goes soft no matter what we did. That wasn’t cutting it for Breya. Even at her father’s she was grounded which I don’t believe has ever happened. Maybe she’s learned to think before she speaks. I learned quickly with a few slaps to the mouth (probably why I knew enough to mutter insults when my mom left the room or when he back was turned and Breya screams them in my mom’s face). My mom doesn’t want to do that because, clearly, times have changed.

    In other news, my brother told me he was leaving at the end of the month. Does anyone else remember when he told me that back in (at the end of) May then didn’t move and got a fucking dog instead? Yeah, that wasn’t 30 days notice either. At least this time, he apologized for being so late. He’s never here anymore and I think I played a huge role in that by not watching Mya anymore. He had to find other arrangements and did with his girlfriend’s roommate. So, if he wanted to see either of them, he has to go there. He’s NEVER hear anymore. So, I saw it coming. He’s leaving his furniture which is great. I can’t wait to get in there and rearrange it the way I’ve told him to do since we moved in. There would be so much more space. It also means that we get an extra closet (his is bigger than ours), and the entrance to the attic.

    I don’t know what we plan on doing with his room yet. I may just leave it as a spare bedroom for my siblings or my brother in law with just a hint of storage space. That way, it’s still there for my brother, just in case.

    This was supposed to be a short blog post. I should probably blog more to keep this from happening.

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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