Sippin' on a cold glass of Haterade

I will remind myself as I write this to not whine or complain. But I do feel tested and picked on lately.

I just am so bugged. With everything. I've been sipping on the Haterade. I'm not outwardly pissy. Just kinda sullen and full of scowls.

We got moved into our new apartment and I love it. We have a much larger main bedroom and the other bedroom is all set up for visitors. I am addicted to Netflix when I'm not at work and I don't see a problem with that. It's my new coping skill.

Dave's youngest daughter is flying in Thursday and will be with us until the end of July. I have tonight and tomorrow night to reform. No more coming home, ripping off my pants and bra and then proceeding to lounge in my unders and a tank all night. Nope, I gotta keep this 14 year old girl BUSY. I don't want to hear that she is bored. Not once, all summer. But we are still going to do things on the cheap. Gotta teach kids that happiness is not just found in money.
Dave's 15 year old daughter, Cindy, flew in from Texas on June 1st and will be departing Utah on July 8th. She is spending most of her time in Provo with her grandparents but I am doing my best to bribe her to hang out at our place. At least for Father's Day weekend.
And Dave's oldest daughter, Stacy, will be turning 17 this Thursday. Stacy will be staying in Colorado this summer unless things turn in our favor and we get to see her. It would be awesome to have all of Dave's daughters here at the same time but it's not looking likely.
The weather is nice! Scooter riding and taking walks in the park. And this is where my bad mood comes in. My scooter is making a noise. It sounds muffled and has a clunking to it when I turn it off. Definitely not normal. I found a guy on KSL Classifieds who will do an oil and gear oil change for $25. A carb clean for $15 and a tune up for $25. That's amazingly cheap! But, every time I've tried to get this guy to meet up, he dodges me. So I've moved on. I found another KSL Classified listing that looked good and called. The person sounded so familiar but I didn't say anything. I looked him up on Facebook and this family friend just opened a motorcycle shop. The one I am taking my scooter to tomorrow evening. Sweet deal. I wonder if I will get a homie hookup? Hahaha, kidding. Naw really though, I would like a discount for being friends/neighbors since we were kids.

Work has been crazy lately. My normal volume of pumps coming in the door is 50 or less. That's a tolerable day. I've been having 80, 120 and on Friday, a 200+ pump day. Insanity. I really don't like asking for help but at the same time, I really don't like looking incompetent. Catch 22?

Today was absolutely BANANAS. I was headed out the door to work and there was a note sticking out of our mailbox. I stuffed it in my purse and headed to work. Reading the note alerts me that our neighbor believes that we bumped her car and left a dent. Awesome start to the day, right?! Did I  mention that I have allergies that are keeping me between really drugged and miserable? I wasn't feeling exactly top notch before reading the note. On her handwritten, lined notebook paper, she stated that she wasn't mad but simply that she wanted her car fixed. Hmmm. And that it happened Monday morning. She thought putting the time would help me be informed but she wrote the note at 12:30am on Tuesday and my husband left for work Monday at 4:25 am. That is a HUGE gap to not notice a big old dent. Summary, an officer came out and look at it, measured and told her to call her insurance. He said it wasn't our car that dented hers. He didn't ticket my husband or make us relinquish our insurance info. The officer did find it interesting that her car has scratches and dings all over but she was making a big deal of this dent. Maybe because someone was available to blame?

Next thing, I forgot we were having a potluck at work. A potluck I organized. GD.

Adding to this day of wondrous fun, I called our old landlord to see where our deposit might be. When we moved into that old garbage bin, the lease agreement was with K and then her ex husband, R, took over and everything went to crap. He says she has our deposit money, she is unreachable. R says the new tenant might sue him for the carpet being bad and other little issues. I call the new tenant ( I found her on KSL when R asked me to post an ad for the apartment) and she tells a different tale. She says he is dishonest and responds days later. Sounds familiar. I just don't think he is prepared to be a landlord. He did slip me some secret about him having a substance problem when we were moving out and honestly, I don't believe that was his smartest decision. So I will look into filing at small claims. I don't know if I should file 2 separate cases for R and K or file it as one with both their names on it... Or just forget the $500. I highly doubt I will just let that go though. $500 is a lot of funds.

So, I have a bad mood goose due to allergies, a fussy scooter, a jerk ex landlord, accusing new neighbor and separation anxiety of pantless nights with my Netflix (when Macaila arrives). Soon enough I will have a post of things I am loving in life and lots of pics of our awesome summer with Dave's daughters. Don't hold your breath for that post though cause I can't find the link to my Blogger from my Google Account home page. That's a valid excuse, right?