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Its good to get out of the house to eat on hot days. Its in the upper 80s here and I went out with a friend for a pedicure and late lunch. So, in other words, the boys are on their own for dinner. I'm not going to be hungry lol. They'll survive. There's plenty of leftovers and if they're desperate I think there's a frozen pizza downstairs. Glad you're enjoying your new air fryer!

Awwwww.... if a panda wasn't already my spirit animal, I'd want it to be a beaver. He's cute! So....nothing slaps you harder in the face than the reality that you are far removed from your 25 year old self than deep cleaning carpets with a rented rug cleaner that feels like you're trying to drag 1000kbs. It took 4 hours, but I'm done. Oof, my arms got a workout!

Nor should they be. We'll let karma and Darwinism deal with them.

IF, she qualifies, unfortunately due to the Fair Housing Act, we must approve. At least she'd keep my maintenance guy busy lol.

Things that make me go "hmmm" I had a woman named Clueless inquire via email about an apartment at our second property which is a 20-30 minute drive depending on traffic. She wants to see it as soon as possible. After a bit of back and forth via email, she agrees to that afternoon at 430, which works out for me because I can clock out from there and not have to backtrack to the office and that location is closer to the highway to go home. Call comes in to office: Me: Thank you for calling blah blah blah... Her: My name is Clueless and I'd like to see one of your apartments at your XXX property. Me: (looks at the caller ID and sees that it is the same name as I just finished emailing 20 minutes earlier and she confirmed her appointment time.) Ummm, is this Clueless? Her: Yes Me: I just emailed you the information for our appointment at 430. Her: Uh, oh. Okay. Umm, where am I going? Me: Gives her the address (which is also in the email) 328 XXX Street. I will meet you in front of building 344. Her: 320 YYY Street Me: No, 328 XXX Street Her: ok, 320 XXX Street. Me: 328. Her: ok. What time? Me: 430 Her: ok got it, 400 Me (sigh) 430. I give her the address again. I will email you all of the information so you'll have it. (Which she already has) Her: ok, thank you We end the call. I email her the address, where I will meet her, color and make of vehicle I drive and office CELL number (this is important) 5 minutes later ... Phone rings. Guess who? I then have to reiterate all of the information. Again. She repeats it back incorrectly 2 times and I remind her that I emailed her ALL of the info she needs. So....at 400, I drive over to the other property, was there by 425, and park EXACTLY where I said I would be. And wait. And wait And wait some more, constantly looking around and watching all the cars that come in. All were residents. 500 comes and I clock out and go home. I come in this morning and have exactly 5, yes, 5 voice mails from this woman on the OFFICE number saying she is there and doesn't see anyone. This is a small property. There is only one driveway in and out. All of the apartment blocks are clearly numbered. I'm sure this woman must have some sort of disability because her memory was complete shit. I knew going over there that she wouldn't get it right. I may have to use this scenario in a story. Its rainy and raw today. I'm not going over to the other property again. My maintenance guy can show her if she calls back. So yeah.... things that make me go hmmm. Have a good day everyone!

I got to thinking. (I know, often dangerous in my case) Motherhood is one of those things that no matter how ready you think you are.... you're not. From the moment you find out you're pregnant your life changes drastically. Let's face it, bringing a squalling little creature that does nothing but practice bodily functions and demand to be fed and cuddled is a daunting task. Its also a neverending task. Parenting in general is hard whether you're a mom or a dad. This tiny human gets bigger, learns to walk & talk. You try to teach them right from wrong and how to sort laundry. You make sure their basic needs are met and in return they occasionally take out the trash without being asked. You celebrate them hitting their first home run in Little League, then wonder why you have to remind them to use soap when they bathe. You spend countless hours volunteering at school, or sports, driving thousands of miles to and from practices and games. You willingly hand over the keys and thank good fortune for them passing their driving test and you no longer have to bear the title of chaffeur. You do a happy dance as they fly the nest whether it's to college or to strike out on their own. Then you bawl your eyes out as soon as they're out of sight. There are plenty of days when you look at them, covered in liquid laundry detergent from head to toe grinning like an idiot as the soap sinks into the rug beneath their feet and ask yourself if it's worth it. Some days you question every decision that has brought you to this moment. Then the little cretin looks at you and says "I love you Mom." That's when you know it's worth it. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms. (Yes, the furry ones count too). Enjoy your day!

Omg... she's not that bad. A little too ADHD & OCD for my liking, but I have no problem telling her to dial it back a few notches when she starts acting like a squirrel on speed. I had to do that a couple of days ago. She apologized and admits she can be a bit much. At this point in the game, I'm kinda glad I don't have to deal with all the problem children that property management comes with. My favorite words? Let me transfer you.

She's on vacation next week....going to Florida. She lived there before and is scouting out retirement places. See ya.

People's stupidity no longer surprises me. I had to go to Boston today for a trade show/expo. Nope. Never again. Boston traffic is a nightmare on the best of days and today was a better day for it overall, and I was still stuck on the Pike for 45 minutes in stop and go bull$#!+. Our maintenance guy made it to the convention center then drove around for an hour trying to find a garage that wasn't full. He never did. Then my manager apparently paid for us but didn't actually register us. And if course she bailed last minute yesterday, so it took being sent to 3 different lines to get a damn lanyard. I don't do well with crowded, noisy places. Let's just say I made an appearance and noped out of there after an hour. I was back on the Pike before noon. Did a little bit of retail therapy before going home so I would avoid one of the idiot sister-in-laws who always shows up on Thursdays. Mission accomplished. Time for a nap. Lol. Have a good afternoon y'all!

They. Don't. Care.

That comedian is a hoot. I'd go see one of his shows.

No loss of consciousness. Just momentarily stunned. Now I'm starting to feel where I apparently richocheted off my upper back too. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. He'll appreciate this:

I haven't priced eggplant in a couple of months or so. I bought one when I got a whole bunch of stuff to roast and I still have a little bit of those veggies in the freezer. I think the eggplant was around $2 or so. I got myself out of cooking today the hard way. I woke up at 530am and got up to go to the bathroom. Next thing I know, I'm flat on my back on the floor with a beautiful egg blooming on the back of my head and hubs hovering over me asking if I was alright. Yeah. I'm ok. I have no idea what happened. I think I just got up too fast and the blood pressure tanked. Either that or I was still too sleepy to attempt walking. I dunno. Now I've just got a slight headache and a sore back. I'll just add it to the other daily aches and pains. But anyways, we're going out to eat. His sisters still haven't said anything about driving the MIL out to Indiana. Supposedly they are leaving this weekend. I'm all for having a break from caretaking a 91 year old, but a heads up would be nice. Not to mention it's effing stupidity to subject this poor woman to two days of at least 8 to 10 hours of bring stuck in a car. Then keep her for 3 weeks without any kind of anxiety meds when she's going to be in an unfamiliar house and I'm guaranteeing her confusion and incontinence will get worse. Then subject her to two more days of long travel coming home so we can deal with the repercussions of the fallout from the trip. Just what I want to come home to after my vacation at the end of the month. Why they don't fly her out and back, I don't know. At least that would only be one long travel day at each end. My in-laws are not the brightest. Enough of a rant. Sorry. I'm a bit cranky today. May the 4th be with you.

The child is meeting two of his cousins for sushi tonight. The MIL went out for lunch for some great-grandkids birthday (I don't keep track, there's too many nieces/nephews and greats to keep track of). She won't be very hungry for dinner. I decided to throw a lasagna together. Leftovers will be appreciated on my late night to work and I don't cook. I'm sure you'll get your Chinese food this week. Your man is good about things like that 😁.