I would really love to check out Pigeon Forge cabins. I’m always in need of a vacation, and nothing sounds more relaxing than getting away to a cabin somewhere in the mountains. If you checkout careycabins.com you can see that the cabins look like they are THE BOMB and I want to go there now. This instant. Just drop everything and get away to a beautiful place somewhere far far away. Well, I don’t guess it’s really that far from me but still, it feels far away from here. I hate the daily grind, I hate it.

If your child is having a birthday coming up you really need to get some kids party invitations. How else with the attending children be able to talk their parents into letting them go? When I was young I never even entertained the idea of going to a party that I was invited to because I knew the answer would be “no,” period. No talking anyone into anything. I got to go to one party as a child, it was a sleep over… and oddly enough when it was time for bed, I silently cried to myself because I wanted to go home.

If you have a problem with drugs, drug treatment is crucial. You should never let a loved one try to fix things on their own, because it is obvious that they wouldn’t have ended up in that boat own their own.

I have a special place in my heart for an addict, and regardless of what other people say, or how they handle certain situations I will always have hope.

I somehow managed to force myself to go to the bank to start a savings account. I’m not quite sure I understand it though… in order to use it you have to set a certain amount of money that you would like to deposit each month. In turn there is no required minimum to keep in the account, but you can only withdraw from it once a month? I don’t know, I had originally wanted a standard savings account but I wasn’t aware you had to keep $300 in it at all times. I hate to say it but I don’t believe I have a spare $300 to just have lying around. Not yet anyhow

I also went to the post office to mail a check to our garbage disposal service. I’m glad I remembered to make that payment because having no trash pickup is the f’ing pits. I think the people who owned the house previously just burned their trash in a big pile out back. Ummm… no thanks!

I still managed to make that trip to Jack In The Box. I freaking CHOWED, sourdough spicy crispy chicken club… mmmhmm. And don’t forget the three cheese sticks.

Well, I’m still not done moving yet. Most of my furniture has made it over to my new house, but few of my belongings did. Somehow we got all the furniture out with no stuff, and I really never even packed anything. What I have at the house just.. got up and walked there I guess. Every day I think, “Ok, I’m going to the apartment today to get my stuff, and get this overwith finally.” But every day I find something better to do. Like buy a new camera and take 90 pictures of my dog.

Everything was going to get taken care of today while I was work but there was a change in plans because someone (Paul) decided to go and get the flu instead. Bummer. I’ve got 2 more days to get this shit taken care of already before my lease officially ends. For a few hours the other night I was feeling down about leaving my apartment which seems absolutely ridiculous considering I spent every second I was there bitching about how miserable I was, how much I “HATE THIS APARTMENT!!!!” It’s not that I will miss it, at all. I won’t miss my crazy neighbors, I sure as hell won’t miss the loud ones, and I will not miss lugging all my shit up and down a flight of stairs everytime I have to go somewhere.

I just get so attached so easily, and considering how abrupltly I moved (I never really set a date.. it just ended up happening) I think it threw me off a little. There was never a final night in my apartment, we just left. Everytime I go back as I pull through the parking lot I get all excited, thinking “I get to see Lola Bean!!!” but then I realize she’s not there cos that’s not home anymore. That is definitely a weird feeling.

Fuck that apartment.

I’m officially a home owner! Hooray! Everything got finalized yesterday morning and I signed all the papers to end the madness. I think I should be moving sometime this weekend, but I can be slow about it if I want because I’ve managed to get the utilities except for the water transferred into my name while keeping them on at my apartment as well. Booya.

I truly cannot wait to be living in a house again, much less one that is mine.

The process of buying a house has been the most unfun thing I’ve ever particpiated in.

Everything was going pretty smooth up until what feels like the past few days, you know, less than a week before closing.

Nothing makes me want to kill people more than that.