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But before I nap...
We looked at apartment all crapping morning and bought groceries all stupid afternoon.
Our last chance for a nice apartment is Pheasant Run, and we should hear by tomorrow if they will accept us. Sadly, SafeRent (R with circle) will not approve us because we don't use credit cards or have car payments or own anything that's like colateral. Um...if I owned a house why in hell would I need to rent an apartment?
And if we're having this much trouble getting a place, just imagine how clients at the homeless shelter are doing. It is so difficult to find affordable housing in a safe part of town.
But man...I really want this place. It is slick. Two large bedrooms, balcony (actually we'd be on the ground floor) and the grounds are very clean and nice. And we'd have room for an excersize bike even though there is one in the clubhouse. I'd love to have an indoor pool to work out in. We fat gals love underwater excersize you know.
My new self improvment project will be learning to become more patient. That's what I'm working on with my therapist as of late. I am very quick to anger...well, more like quick to extreme annoyance at loud noises, kids crying. Especially when I'm sober. I wanted to smack this loud, screaming kid at meijers today. Just sitting there in the cart screaming for no reason; mom just pushing the along, picking out sugary cereals. So I'm like "Gosh, that's not annoying at all..." in a loud voice. But that kind of thing embarasses H. Somehow though, the kid shut up after that.
So I guess I have some kind of awesome mind power over children.
They shall become my unholy army of the damned.
Right after my nap.
Our last chance for a nice apartment is Pheasant Run, and we should hear by tomorrow if they will accept us. Sadly, SafeRent (R with circle) will not approve us because we don't use credit cards or have car payments or own anything that's like colateral. Um...if I owned a house why in hell would I need to rent an apartment?
And if we're having this much trouble getting a place, just imagine how clients at the homeless shelter are doing. It is so difficult to find affordable housing in a safe part of town.
But man...I really want this place. It is slick. Two large bedrooms, balcony (actually we'd be on the ground floor) and the grounds are very clean and nice. And we'd have room for an excersize bike even though there is one in the clubhouse. I'd love to have an indoor pool to work out in. We fat gals love underwater excersize you know.
My new self improvment project will be learning to become more patient. That's what I'm working on with my therapist as of late. I am very quick to anger...well, more like quick to extreme annoyance at loud noises, kids crying. Especially when I'm sober. I wanted to smack this loud, screaming kid at meijers today. Just sitting there in the cart screaming for no reason; mom just pushing the along, picking out sugary cereals. So I'm like "Gosh, that's not annoying at all..." in a loud voice. But that kind of thing embarasses H. Somehow though, the kid shut up after that.
So I guess I have some kind of awesome mind power over children.
They shall become my unholy army of the damned.
Right after my nap.