Well we made it thru the hair washing & combing without my shoulder falling off it hurt but not as much as I'd thought it would. Jayden has to stay up 2 hrs past bedtime so he's driving me nuts. Then I have to wake him at 5 & keep him up til the EEG at 1. Fun times.
Jayden's having an EEG done Tuesday and tomorrow his hair has to be washed and we can't put any product in it, conditioner or grease or anything. Do you have any idea what it's gonna be like trying to comb through a giant, dry, crunchy afro with no product? *sigh*
I usually start buying lil things for J's birthday & Christmas in August. This year I told him he was getting one big present, smart phone or TV, he picked TV. With everything turned upside down & all extra cash needing to be held for move in, he isn't getting anything until maybe February.
Okay so my "friend" who told me I'm a clinical pessimist who brings everyone down with my negativity is on my Facebook post about Tamir Rice, telling me to stop crying racism and defending bad behavior. I want to cuss her out so bad. She only got one or two more fucked up comments to go before I do it.
If we have to go to a shelter it won't be in some nice family section, Jayden will be 17 in 2 1/2 weeks so he would have to be in single men's housing and I would go to single women's housing. We probably wouldn't even be able find beds in the same shelter.
I wanted to soak in a bath so bad that I forgot all about how I'm unable to get out of the tub. I screamed & cried for more than 30 minutes but Jayden had his headphones on and really, what could he do anyway? He can't lift me. I finally wrenched the hell out of my frozen shoulder-afflicted right arm taking 4 or 5 attempts at pushing myself up.
That punk ass prosecutor acting like a defense attorney made it clear from day one that there would never be an indictment. Looting and rioting aren't the answer, but apparently neither is peaceful protest or letting the justice system take its course.
This pic shows the porch floor from where the stairs landing ends to my front door. The tiles are white ceramic, which is ridiculous already and hazardous when it rains. They are very hard keep clean. But at least dirt can be washed off easily. Look at all that shit-brown paint. And grout from the bottom of the guy's shoes.
Can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes my brain starts ranting about the asshole realtor, her asshole husband, and the asshole landlord. And the shitshow that went on over here until after dark and left me with brown spray paint on my chair, my broom, my basket of flowers, and the white tiles on the porch floor.
The realtor had the bright idea that the house should be power washed so her husband rented a machine and their first attempt was Thursday. It rained hard that day and the machine wasn't working right but even before that, I didn't know they were coming until the guy knocked on my door to tell me to close all the windows.
Realtor called to tell me the property has a buyer, who plans to stucco the house and wants me to stay. More than two weeks after the deadline. Maria said she'd tried to contact the housing authority but they're notorious for not returning calls or emails, so I'm going to their office this morning see if this is doable.
Phone I had for almost three years was charging haphazardly so I had to get a new one since I'm constantly getting & making important calls these days. $50 deductible, ugh. But they upgraded me. New phone is giant to me. But I'm out of space with only half my apps installed!
If I lived somewhere that had made feeding the homeless a crime (& didn't have a kid & dogs to take care of) I'd be out there getting arrested every day. Every time I hear about this my blood boils and I want to go give sandwiches to every homeless person in those towns.