I HATE THAT GAWD FORSAKEN HOUSE!!! And my MIL as of late.

My husband and his mother own this effin' house where we used to live. It now sits empty. It's a long story and I'm sure if you look hard enough you'll find some blog posts on the subject of the house and my MIL, and all my lovely thoughts about this cursed situation. And if you wait long enough I will likely write a whole post on the subject of my MIL and that mother fawking house. In fact, I absolutely must. Hold me to it!

But enough of that. Let me tell you about my day there last week. Yes. Lovely.

I had spent a lovely morning at my friend's house in the city ranting about my husband, who I have recently dubbed Captain Oblivious, and her man's crazy ass ex-wife and her shenanigans. Our kids played together as we enjoyed eachother's company and watched the Bitchy Waiter Dr. Phil episode on DVR. It was great to get out of the house. At that point it had been like 10 days or something since the last time I EVEN left the house. Sigh. I love me some Mel time.

Anyway, as customary on my way home I drove by the gawd damned cursed house to make sure it's windows were in tact. I almost always stop and pick up trash, check the front door, etc. This time when I arrived there was a sticker on the door about the weeds that the city had come by and cut down whilst leaving the property fined for being obnoxiously out of control with weeds. Side note: my MIL kind of screwed us over with this fucking property and my man refuses to go over there and deal with the situation (I don't really blame him) and she just ignores it while putting all the responsibility on him. Mind you the BOTH own this property still. Him legally and her morally...so that leaves me to be the one to give a shit. AND she works just 6 blocks from the place, but can't even drive by and get the junk mail off the porch! We live a half hour out of town. Grrrr...

Hear me...I do not own the house, but I feel a responsibility for it and the city that they just do not. I married into a mess, let me tell you!

Because of said responsibility I take the time out out my city trip to take care of what I can on my own. Hence, trash pick up. When I pulled up the lovely neighbors, my favorite trashies, our lovely neighbors, part of the reason we left, were sitting on their front porch. As I pulled up the main fat slob got up and walked to the side walk to watch me. Seriously? While I was picking up a months worth of blowing trash he continued to stare. Finally, I got a pissy and stood up and asked him loudly, "What are you looking at?"

necessary background post on the jack ass neighbors...


He replied with a schlew of insults as I just yelled "shut up" and "you're the reason we left htis place," back at him. Then a friend of his came by and he proceeded to tell his friend that I was a crazy bitch and we just left that property empty and we're crazy people...all in Spanish. Yeh. That's right. I speak it...and well enough to know what he was saying clear as a bell.

I yelled over, "Hey, I DO speak Spanish. I DO understand you." Then he had other words and I continued to clean up and ignore him.

The next time I looked over he was flagging down a squad car that was driving by...REALLY?! You're going to cry to the cops that I gave you lip? Fuck head.

So I waited and picked up more trash. When the officer walked over I was ready. I explained the situation with the house, we talked about some city options to keep an eye on it, then he asked me what happened. I explained how they were just buttsore for the neighborhood calling the cops on them last year for blowing off fire works in the street all night and spraying the neighbor lady with a hose the next morning when she complained. He got a huge fine and apparently isn't over it yet. Baby. I even said "the cops" and when I said it I slapped the officer's arm and said, "no offense, of course." HA! I made sure I did it while the jackass across the street was watching.

The cop understood, took my name and info, and promised to keep an eye on the place when he was on shift. I put my bag of trash in my Jeep, thumbed my nose at the neighbor's wife when the cop's back was turned as I pulled our on my way to the alley. HA!

Jackass.

I am SOOOOO glad we don't have to live there anymore. I am so grateful for this house even if it is sometimes a struggle to not only to pay for, but to clean as well.

What I found at the back of the house infuriated me just about as much as the moron across the street...it also made me IRATE with my MIL...




I complained to my sister-in-law later and text her this pic. She must've mentioned it to her mother because then I got this text...

SNAP! You were going to HIDE that "bill," weren't you?!!?!

Needless to say when she text me on Sunday asking me for the papers on the house so the she "could tie up loose ends," which is code for "get my name off this property now that I have filed bankruptcy and left my dear son with a ridiculous mortgage until he can file bankruptcy due to his son's medical bills and NOW THIS FREAKING HOUSE that I put his name on the loan, took all the equity out for myself (the man bought his bike with the fraction that he received)...twice...then pulled out" I blew the fuck up!

But that, peaches, is a whole other post with text pics and frankly I have to get writing on a guest post for crazy ass Patti Ford over at Insane in the Mom Brain. Keep your eye out for it this week!



Love and kisses,

Donna Freakin' Reed



xoxox