Don't have an account? To participate in discussions consider signing up or signing in
facebook connect
Sign-up, its free! Close [x]


  • okay Create lasting relationships with other like minded women.
  • okay Blogging, let your voice be heard!
  • okay Interact with other women through blogs,questions and groups.
  • okay Photo Album, upload your most recent vacation pictures.
  • okay Contests, Free weekly prize drawing.
  • okay Weekly Newsletter.

Love it

So, many of you remember my loss of sanity around the Christmas Holidays. I snapped, packed my belongings and left my husband. I moved to an apartment literally feet away from my job. Well, a couple of weeks into my lease, my son and I were in the living room watching TV and there was a knock on the door. I got up, answered the door and it was the police saying there was a complaint of noise. (you would have all been proud because the officer didn’t get cussed out, that time). We turned down the TV and all was good, UNTIL the next day. Same complaint from same neighbor, this continued on for 2 weeks. Then, there was a murder downstairs from me, and a drug raid upstairs. I started to see roaches in the kitchen, which is odd because as some of you might have guessed.... I’m anal as hell about my house. tongue out By the third week of visits from our trusted civil servants, I went the hell off. Something just hit me, with all the crap going on all over this apartment complex and as many times as the police had been to my house, I thought to myself, (how dare them continue to knock on my door and tell me I can’t watch tv in the living room I pay for)I mean, why in the hell didn’t they do something about all the bogus calls from my idiot neighbor? They had been inside my apartment several times, saw it was clean, well kept, respectable.... No one was selling crack. No one was being murdered, (other than the crawly pest). I completely felt violated.
So, keeping the hot headed trait that I’ve so come to love. I went out spent the rest of my savings and put a hefty deposit on a better home in a better side of town. I won’t be able to eat anymore, but hey, I’m more than fine loosing a few pounds.
Oh, BTW.... My husband and I are TRYING to work things out. Who knows, this might be the best temper tantrum I’ve thrown yet.  

Good Night Ladies


Love it

Member Comments

About this author View Blog »