*swoosh-loopy loop*

Weekend was a roller coaster.


Even the site of this picture makes me queasy.

Have I mentioned that I can't stomach roller coasters?

Cause I can't.

Last time I rode a roller coaster was probably 10 years ago. Although I was hungover during our trip, I think it was the roller coasters that made me feel like vomiting.

I remember getting off of the ride, finding the nearest tree and dry heaving for a good 10 minutes.

That's kinda how this weekend was for me.

It started with the drama on Friday afternoon and the typical selfish STBE acts.

*click click up the hill*

Add to that the unknown of what the offer on the house was and what it meant to be told it's complicated.

*click click getting closer*

I did a holy shit, I need to find out where the kids and I are going to move to freak out.

*swoosh down the hill, through the loopy loop*

Saturday we met with our realtor. Whom I love to here and back, er there and back. Especially compared to Mr Miata, ass.

*click click click*

The contract WAS complicated...and ridiculous.

*swoosh, loop*

We could have walked or counter offer. We did the latter.

*click click*

Anyway.

STBE and I exchanged words.

*click click click*

Rush of tears, heart pounding, vomit threatening to project.

*down the hill*

I hate that rush of anger, that out and out rage of anger.

*hits bottom of hill*

Sunday, I'm sitting at a baseball game. Phone rings.

*click click click*

It's the lovely Realtor, "Congratulations!" She says, they accepted the offer.

*sits at top hill, elated*

"If the house passes all inspections this is a done deal" she exclaims.

*swoosh down the hill*

Universe? Are you there? It's me Stacie again...you know the routine.

*loopy loop*

TTMOT, Totally Ticks me off Tuesday, Home Improvements

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We have a new realtor listing our house, cause Mr. Miata didn't do the trick. She asked that I replace a few light fixtures, finish the trim in the basement, paint a couple rooms, do back flips and sell myself in order to get this house off the market.

I obliged. I can always use an extra buck (or two, cause I'm good).

I head over to Menard's. Thinking I can just pick up new light fixtures, not a big deal. *HA*

Size matters people.

Just sayin.

I head home, dig through the dirty garage and loads of STBE's crap. Find the tape measure. Made a list with measurements to go back to Menard's again.

I stand in the damn aisle not knowing what the hell I am doing. Feeling pretty stupid and low. I dial a friend, get his opinion. Find the lights I like and move on to other items.

(All other items have to be RETURNED to Menard's because they aren't the RIGHT ONES...grrr)

So I get the lights home, pull up my chair ladder to start taking down the light in the kitchen. I had no clue. *ding ding* I unscrew, remove and then I am stuck with a light fixture hanging from the ceiling. I didn't know I was going to have to TOUCH electrical wires to undo this damn light. WTF.

Again, I'm feeling really stupid. *rolls eyes*

It was just then that Buggy came home and I roped her dad into telling me how to unhook the light from the ceiling without electrocuting myself. *sigh*

Anyway. Long story short.

I still have no lights up. It totally ticks me off that I don't know how to do this myself. It totally ticks me off that I'm going to have to get SOMEONE to help me with it. It totally ticks me off that *I* am the one doing improvements to sell the house when STBE won't.