consider yourself warned...

Those who read this blog know that I have been wanting to move out of here for a while now...

Recent events have made me revisit this want, but not in a good way. So this is not the fantasy, "Princess" plan I so like to dream about. This is the "Evacuation" plan.

Although there are a number of situations for this plan to be executed, lets just say I don't have a job.

"Evacuation" :
I sell everything I own, pay off what I can, and move in with my mom in Oregon.

As you can read, I haven't gone into itemized details, but this is the gist of the plan... Consider yourself warned :)

On a happier note, here's a photo of me and my Granny at Christmas. Happy and cheerful, before I forgot her birthday on Sunday... Which also explains why I'm moving to Oregon and not Vegas.

YooHoo! Time for a Family Meeting

When I was a kid and things got difficult for Mom she would rally the team... "Come on everybody. We have to work together, we are a team and to keep the team going we have to work together". Of course I remember that meaning I need to clean my room, make it to the school bus on time, and cook my brother his T.V. dinner while she went out on dates.

OK, Wagner Team, time to Rally!!!!

I too want to find you a Papa, but on this road we are destine for homelessness. That could be a deal breaker.

If I have to leave work short again because of the fence I'm going to be worried. It doesn't matter that the dude I work with gets at least 1 day off a week and over-time, I can't compare myself to him.

So if my cell phone rings again at work and it's a neighbor, I'm going to let them take you to the pound. And I'm going to pick you up when I get off work. And I'm going to be worried and stressing about it the whole time.

But it's for your own good...

So please don't do this to the neighbor's fence









And please dont's jump the new fence which has made me put this up...













But at least you will go to the pound smelling good

Cleaning Out Razor Photos

Here's some cute ones...




















House in my neighborhood that reminds me of Griswolds

It's True... Fence Saga Part Deux

It's True, you can't make everyone happy ~ But I'm no quitter. I keep trying to make everyone happy. Or maybe I hate if people are mad/upset/hate me... Either way I tried very hard to make the crabby old lady next door happy but yet I failed again.

Since I moved in I've asked her to split the cost of a new fence but she said no, it was broken because of my dogs, not the rotting old wood.

So when I saw her on Friday, I told her I was having it replaced. She says, "It's broken?" I kept from saying, "It's been f'ing broken since I moved in". She said OK and to let her know how much it was going to cost. I got a little excited that this meant she might help me pay for the new fence.

On the Sunday, after I got the quote from the very nice fence man scarily named FIDEL, I knocked on her door to tell her how much and discuss the design. No answer. Knocked later, no answer. I know she was home as she is elderly and mostly stays at home now and the lights were on.

Deciding that I wasn't going to be able to talk to her I came to the realization that I would be paying for the fence. Fine...

Monday they knock down the thing and make the frame, letting it set overnite. All the commotion, noise, etc and no sign from old crabby.

Tuesday they start putting up the boards. Fidel asked me how to make it. Because I couldn't get crabby to talk to me, I asked him to make it exactly the same(without the bungies, of course) The Old Fence. I was worried about changing anything and pissing her off.

Knowing nothing about fences and the like, exactly the same apparently is good for me, bad for her. Exactly the same is the pretty part all facing my yard, the back facing her yard. Who Knew???

Nice man, scary name Fidel tells me that she has been there complaining to him, telling him to take it down, change it. He doesn't, of course and apparently she is mad.

I thought about trying to talk to crabby, but my other neighbor said I didn't do anything wrong. I paid for the thing. Heck, if she wants to fork out the bucks she can have wood put on her side if she wants, right? We'll see if I get a call from the association.

It's really discouraging when I try to do the right thing, try to make everyone happy, and all I get is crabby old lady ...

But then I look out my window and see my perdy fence and everything is good again :)

The Fence Saga

I did it, it's finished... I have a new fence, bungies thrown out, perdy thing...

There's a start story and a finishing story that I will try to tell tomorrow. For now:















He's so cute...