Does it even get cold in the south?

Today consisted of waking at 4:40am & pounding down two cups of coffee while tip-toeing around the house trying not to disturb the inch of dust that is coating half of my kitchen. And by dust I am referring to drywall dust. I threw away an entire bowl of peanut M&M's this morning that were on my counter. There should be a law against throwing chocolate away. I might turn myself in.

Work consisted of running rampant around the store and breaking a sweat within the first 8 minutes in the door.  I swear corporate doesn't think when they should. They've already turned the store's air down because they think 60 degrees is cold in North Carolina. Well we are from Michigan. We were born with ice in our veins.  Don't they know we don't even break out our coats til at least 30.  Hell... 80% of my fellow employees are still in shorts, but on the heat goes.  And mind you, I work in the electrical department where every display has a light bulb burning away at my flesh & retinas. People that live down south don't even function when it gets to 30 degrees. If it even gets that low.  So work ticked along and I swear I lost 4 lbs just in sweat loss.  My contractor text me at 10:50 in the morning to let me know he wasn't coming today. Or possibly tomorrow. Shit, why come Friday, make it a long weekend. I wish I could work one day a week. Strike that one day every 9 days.  Onward....

I picked up my niece & dog on the way home, waited for my daughter to get off the bus and went to my parents where my dad provided us with a terrible dinner of boneless breaded pork chops & instant mashed potatoes... did I mention there were baked beans? Really?!  The man cooks, every day, but he does it so poorly and if you offer him an ounce of advice you get your head chopped off in the guillotine.  After the oh-so-delectable dinner from Pop's, I headed home to watch some more of my DVR'ed shows & get ready for volleyball. Which inevitably equalled more sweating.  Fail.  We only won 2 of our 5 games which seems to be the theme lately. Perhaps the theme could be because I play with one 26 year old, myself, 28, & four over 50's.  Time to rethink this whole Wednesday  Women's League thing...

Vinyasa Day #1

Today I was a crab apple 90% of the day. Working retail doesn't always get to me, but today just happened to be one of those days where I considered looking for a new job.  Every little thing made my skin crawl. So today on lunch, I plugged my ear-buds into my cell phone, turned on a Johann Sebastian Bach station and dissolved into a world of my own. I had a pretty lame meeting around 2pm which consisted of me not paying attention & texting a guy that I have had feelings for for roughly 4 years.  A guy who is completely unavailable to me, but it doesn't make me want him any less.  I would never be "that girl," but I let my thoughts wander freely. And they always wander to him. How depressing. 

When I finally got home, I decided today would be the day for a cleanse.  I went to a 6:30pm Vinyasa class.  The first exercise other than a volleyball court or a softball field that I have had in months.  And Jamie, the instructor, decides to have a wall class. A wall class is a yoga class where you use the wall with everything you do.  And you wind up upsidedown for 70% of the class.  I am pretty sure my tanks, yoga pants, bra, underwear, and skin were soaking wet. Halfway through the class I had to rip my eye glasses off cuz they were covered in sweat and almost completely fogged up.  70 minutes in a 90 degree room... sigh...   It felt amazing! So amazing that I spent the last few minutes of the class in child's pose and tearing up.  I couldn't actually control it with the day that I had. Not that my bipolar ass can control my emotions anyway.

I came home to a house that was untouched for the 5th day running... and I do not mean by myself. I mean, by the contractor.  If you think he has been here since last week Thursday you are sorely mistaken.  It is supposed to rain the next 4 days.  My bet is I wont see him at all. I hope I am wrong.

So now it is time to fold some laundry, catch up on the new episodes of Boardwalk Empire, Terra Nova, & The Sing-Off. I am hoping that when I go to work tomorrow it will not be a day like today.  I might end up quitting my job on the spot.

A day in the life of an upsidedown home...

Since mid 1990 I have been keeping a journal on paper, and I can remember my first entry to be something in reference to the Gulf War. I was about 8 years old and writing has never left me. Lately I've been keeping a blog on paper since May that no one but myself will ever see so I decided that it has to be something I can not only get support on, but maybe just get out there to help someone else.

I am a 28 year old single mother. I have a 9 year old daughter, Alanna, two cats Dylan & Lucy, and a dog, Beatrice. I work retail at Lowe's and I spend my free time reading, writing, and playing adult coed volleyball & softball.  I don't go out much, I don't party, I don't drink though I do occassionally smoke. I prefer the life of a hermit crab to the life that other people my age lead. I don't date because I consider it a waste of time and I especially don't like when people say "Oh you will meet him someday." or "When the time comes you will know..." Bite m!. I tend to believe that people settle for things that aren't great because they cannot stand to be alone, and since I can stand to be alone, I will be. Indefinitely.  You cannot find "the one" if you remain keeping your eyes closed.

Earlier this year I applied for a home improvement loan on the home I bought back in 2009.  It's a deferred loan that I never have to pay back unless I sell the home, which I have no intention of doing.  I've literally been documenting every step because this place has been a disaster since day one.  This nightmare of a contractor has broken pipes, almost set the house on fire (which was caught just in the nick of time), incorrectly tarped off my roof on a rainy night resuting in it raining inside my house, among about 25 other stupid, idiotic things that have sent my blood pressure sky high. So I am just going to begin to document it on here to get my words straight and my thoughts aligned... and so I don't have to continue to cry myself to sleep on a regular basis because my house is an absolute terror.
So if you want to follow this which you probably will not, then you will understand my current pain.  I hate my contractor -whom I cannot fire and who I cannot even complain to anyone about. I've called the program 345 times and do you think they give a care what I have to say? Not as long as it falls within the terms of the contract.  My mother rides me every day on my smoking habit and my reasoning is the work on the house. I do not want to smoke. Its nasty, its smelly, it tastes horrible, but it makes me feel normal when my house is in shambles.

I will continue on later. I need to rest... my brain hurts...