Oy. What a week.

Many of you know already that I started real estate school this week. Let's start with that story.
Why did I start? Because we've talked about it for years. Because we sure as hell need the money. Because the company that Glen works for is planning on expanding into property management and it's something that I could do, from home.
We've talked for weeks about this. I knew that the "crash course" started this week, but decided to do a program that runs three days a week for three weeks. That way I would have breaks in between days to study and work on my notes. It's been a long time since I've taken any classes that weren't craft related, so I didn't know how hard it mught be for me. School used to be easy.
Anyway, we finally get it worked out with Glen's boss that I'll start school on Mondya morning, for the three week program. When I say FINALLY I mean, FINALLY. After weeks of discussion and not until Sunday night (you know, the night before classes start) at about 10:30.
Yeah.
That was awesome.
My no longer being on meds keeps me from dealing with a lack of planning very well.
I get up on Monday morning. There is no information for me. I just guess that I'm supposed to show up and give them my name and they'll have my info in the computer.
I drive to the school, give my name....nope. Not in the system. She calls the other office. Nope. Not in the system. The girl at the desk suggests that I call the person that was supposed to pay for me. (Glen's boss).
I don't have her phone number.
Not given to me.
I go outside and start calling Glen.
Well, I go inside and call over and over.
The house.
Glen's cell.
The house.
Glen's cell.
About a dozen times each.
By the time he finally answers the phone, (He went ahead and slept in. I mean, it's not like there might have been any possible problems, right?) it's 8:10 (class started at 8).
I had already been planning on strangling him when he finally answered.
Okay, I was going to throw an effing phone at his head when I got home and he was still alseep, but it didn't work out that way.
He and his boss discuss things and she is supposed to have it paid for by the time I go in for the afternoon session at one.
I go back at one.
The card has been declined. My classes are still not paid for. They discuss things while I go to class.
When I'm done the girl that has been at the front desk is already gone, so I don't talk to her and find out what has happened.
Come back the next day and check in to see what's going on.
The card still won't go through. Because I now have the boss's number, I give her a call. Tell her I'll call her right back if there's a problem with her card again.
We run the card again. It doesn't work. I call back. She doesn't answer.
Seriously.
We finally decide that I'll just pay with my debit card and she can pay back with a check.
Totally get why she wants to use her business credit card, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!
So, at least now I'm paid up for school.
Wish I didn't have to make up a class, though. That will delay my passing the test.
It's going well otherwise. It is a lot of information to remember, and a lot of it is new terms, and formulas. I'm not to shabby with math, so that doesn't worry me. I used to be very good at memorizing things like vocabulary for tests, so hopefully that won't be a big deal either. A lot of the classes seem to overlap, so it seems to be getting easier as time goes on. Let's hope it stays that way.
This has taken a while, so I'mm gonna get back to life and cuddling with my baby.
Just know that if I disappear for a bit again it's because I'm running around like an even more crazy person than I already do.

Um, what year is it?

So, I had these twins. You know the ones. They were just born, like two seconds ago. Eight months after we got married. Named them Carter and Parker.
They turned 6 yesterday.
Seriously. SIX.

They're done with kindergarten.
They read.
They STILL are crazy for any kind of vehicle.

This was Christmas when they were Tucker's age.
They're getting too big, I tell you!
We had a pool party for them at my parents' house again this year. You don't have many options with a birthday at the end of June.
The kids all seemed to have a lot of fun. They were totally excited when I busted out the Otter Pops and then the popcorn for snacks later in the afternoon.
Heck, I even put on my suit and got in the pool. Haven't gone swimming in years. I mean, literally, YEARS. I think it was on our honeymoon.
So, as a reward for swimming and playing with my kids I have yet another raging sunburn.
Oh, you can be sure that the kids get hosed down before they're allowed in the pool, but not a drop of sunscreen touched my skin.
Not everyone can be as smart as I am, so don't even try.
Anyway, it went well, and we have some happy 6 year-olds that made out like bandits.
In other news, I still haven't spoken to my husband since fighting with him on Monday.
He did have the balls to tell me the checking account balance yesterday. Um, really? I'm pretty sure that I said that he is no longer allowed to speak a single word to me about money. Quit doing stupid B.S. behind my back to screw us and then we can talk, mmmkay?
Good times around here.

Miserable!

No. Not just the heat here. I am just not a very happy girl right now.
I've had a headache for days now. Totally from stress, so nothing I take makes it go away.
I'm just so very angry. So very, very angry.
My husband wonders a lot why I am so concerned about him cheating on me. I haven't actually found out about him cheating or anything, so it's not that. It's just that the things he does without telling/asking me or thinking about my feelings make me think that he would (and probably is cheating or has cheated).
I'm SO done with worrying about money. DONE. Holy crap. It has just sucked the life out of me. We needed money to pay the bills. I didn't want to, but I got a job. The problem is that instead of my income being what we needed to catch some things up and maybe get ahead, my income was it. He made nothing. He did nothing. He couldn't even keep the house clean or get himself or the kids dressed when he was here. He sure as shit didn't make any money, or GOD FORBID, get a fucking job already!
I'm sure I've said this before, but when you go someplace and don't make any money there, it's no longer a job. It's a hobby. It's nice that he has this loan officer hobby, but we're two seconds away from being homeless and he still isn't doing a fucking thing.
Headache. For. Days.
We even had a fight about this on Monday night. He talks about how he's getting up early to do stuff for the company he works for that pays hourly, blah blah blah. I had a Dr's appointment the next morning and he was still asleep when I left at a little before 9 a.m.
Wow. Way to make the effort.
He told me during the fight that he borrowed money from his mom. He's also borrowed so much money from his brother that he no longer feels comfortable loaning us money.
THAT'S HOW MUCH WE OWE HIM.
Does he ask me how I feel about this?
Does he ask me what I think we should do?
Does he ask me anything?
Take a guess at the answers to those.
Major part of the problem and also why I don't trust him.
I'd had my credit ruined in the past by piece of crap boyfriends. Didn't realize that I had to worry about my husband doing it.
I had been using any money I got for my scrapbooking to pay my credit card bills. Had them up to date, etc.
I took the job at Target and handed them over to him and he stopped paying them. Now my credit is ruined again.
I was literally JUST over my bankruptcy. Things were gone from my credit report and I was trying to build new credit and it's effing ruined again because I trusted him with my two credit card bills.
THEN, he asked me the other day if I still had the list I had made up a while ago of all our bills and debts. WHY? Because he'd like to know how much our bills are every month!!!
HE PAYS THE BILLS!! HOW DOES HE NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE EVERY MONTH!!
BLIND WITH HEADACHEY RAGE!!

AGGGHHHHH!!!
Seriously. I am just miserably ill.
UGH.

Sorry for the rant of random ragey thoughts.

An Explanation

I think I've have mentioned enough times in this space what a jackass I am. It shouldn't be a shock to anyone. Especially if you've met me.
If, however, you'd also had the pleasure of meeting my family, you would understand why. Ask my girl J. She knows. I have already threatened to have my aunt come to her baby shower. This is the same aunt that was showing pics on her cell phone to everyone at my Christmas party one year. I believe they were pictures on something gross. Probably involving a penis. This is especially entertaining if you know that my aunt is a lesbian. I just think that having her at the baby shower to show gross cell phone pictures and tell stories about work might be fun. Oh. Those work stories? They're really fun. See, she works at the prison.
It has been said that you never know what my mom is going to say next. I thought I'd give a little example of the bad (but hilarious) influence my mom has on the people she meets.
The house my parents live in now is a custom home. They owned a piece of property and built this house before the big boom hit. They had few neighbors when they moved in. Just across the street is a nice lesbian couple with twin boys. One of the women is named Nancy and I can't remember the other one's name. (More proof of what a jackass I am. I only remember Nancy's name because I refer to my youngest brother as Nancy). Anyway, they've lived there for a while longer than my parents and know everyone in the hood. In the other direction lives a family of assholes. Seriously. They're psycho. I could get into stories but I don't have time. My mom calls the lesbian couple by their names. Totally likes them because they're great neighbors and are very sweet. The family is a different story. I don't think anyone likes them. The wife is a big woman and my mom refers to her only as "Fatty Pants." The family is referred to as "Fatty Pants'_____" (fill in the blank with son, husband, whatever. The Fatty Pants name calling may have started around the time that Fatty Pants was working in her yard with her fat ass up in the air and pointed in the direction of my mom's house. I'm not sure.
Anyway, what do the stories of these two neighbors have in common? How about that now the nice ladies across the street can't remember what the other neighbor's name is anymore because they refer to her only as "Fatty Pants" after hearing my mom say it for so long.
People. This is where I get it.

Retirement isn't all naps and bon bons.

Been busy. What can I say? I'm trying to re-organize myself. See, I only do things if I form a habit. Visiting certain boards and checking my email every day? Total habit. Cleaning, doing dishes and scrapping every day? Not so much. Blogging? Got out of that little habit a long time ago. So, here I am. Trying to re-adjust to being home again. Getting used to having the twins out of school every day (at least until they start back up at the end of July). Trying to remember to be crafty while also keeping my scrap room clean. Nothing gets done in there if it's a disaster area.
Speaking of craftyness, that's pretty much all I'm going to talk about for the rest of this post!
So. I am a total jackass and never posted my layouts that I made with the goodies that were sent to us by the owner of Peachy Cheap. She has great deals and was kind enough to send us some Daisy D's rub-ons (which are some of the best rub-ons ever) and some cute American Crafts ribbon and metal goodies.
Here are the layouts I did with the stuff...



Now that last one and the next one I'm going to post are some of my favorites right now. I was given some paper and other goodies that are made by a company called Sassafrass Lass. They have some really adorable papers and embellishments and I really appreciate getting to work with this stuff!

Now. I was asked last week to make a mini album to be taught as a class. I had to use the Bind-It-All by Zutter, and my Xyron to attach fabric to the chipboard. This is what I designed.



Sorry that the color on those pics is a little off. I had to take them in the bathroom (better light) last night. :) I'm a goob. We know.
The story behind this one is that I initially thought I would need to make up kits, and because of that I planned a much more simple book. When I was told that I didn't have to make kits, I did what I would have done if I was just going to make it for myself. Lots of detail and embellishment.
The problem there is that when I sent in the initial pictures to show what the album shape was going to be, they thought that I was done. There were no pics, no ribbon, nothing. Just chipboard, paper and binding. Um, then they saw the finished pics. Oops! Little miscommunication. It'll be fine though. Just funny :)
Well, I'm trying to be productive, so I'm going to get back to that.
I'll work on this little habit.

Whoop whoop!

I did it. My two week notice officially starts on Monday. I only work two days a week the next two weeks, so I'll be done after June 3rd.
I am so excited to be at home again.
The kids have their last day of school this Thursday, and I'm actually off work! I swear, I have missed every single half-day they've had since I took this job.
I will really miss the girls I work with, but I've missed being home with Tucker more. Hopefully they'll still talk to me after I'm done :)
I swear, I'll be back with more of an update on other things soon, but I was here to add my Facebook badge and thought I'd go ahead and share my good news!

Just a super quick update

Our internet has been spotty for about a week now. It's driving me batty!
We've been busting our little boo-tays around here refinishing furniture.
Almost two weeks ago, our microwave went out. We just got a new one today and installed it.
I still need to quit my job, but I don't want to screw the girls I work with by leaving. I think I'll talk to my team lead about that tomorrow and try to decide what to do.
I need to take a shower and dry my hair before magically falling asleep an hour from now.
I also need to eat some dinner before that.
Busy couple of days ahead, BUT...we get to go out on Saturday!
WOOP WOOP!