Writers Block..........still.

It's pretty apparent that I've had a serious case of writer's block. Actually, I haven't written anything because it's been hard not to gripe and like I said previously, Mama always said that if I didn't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all. So I haven't.

On my last post I described living through foundation repairs. It was hell but I'm no longer afraid of the house falling down. That's a good thing. Next, I decided to tackle my broken air conditioner. Well, I didn't tackle it, a guy I work with (who can fix ANYTHING) tackled it for me and he got it working! I was so happy, I literally cried. I'm sure I made him really nervous because he's used to seeing me laughing and joking and being a clown and there I was bawling like a baby. I wasn't sure how to adequately thank him so I made him a sign using my mad photoshop skills.

I wanted him to know that I thought he was absolutely FAB. Do you think he got the hint? My girlies and I lived in comfort for about a week then the A/C died. Again. Only this time, it was really, truly, absolutely dead. I think I heard it give a death rattle when it quit. Luckily it was only in the 80s outside so living was bearable and my super friend had left me with a portable cooling unit - just in case the machine he had just fixed died; until the temperatures went up into the 90s. Then the house became a sauna. Even with the little unit running full blast. Manchild also ponied up a window unit to help but due to insufficient funds, the girls and I were going to have to live a month or two being hot. And boy, were we hot. Even with 2 little portable units blasting away and every single fan we had running it was just plain ol' hot. I think the cats actually shed extra fur because it was so hot!

Luckily, I was able to get another loan and was able to have my outside unit replaced and once again, we reveled in the coolness. It's been a few weeks and the thing is working really well. I keep waiting for something else to break so I haven't fully relaxed yet.

I've been suffering from really bad writer's block for quite some time and all the extra worrying about broken houses and broken A/C units and multiple loans has taken it's toll on me. I could literally start an ulcer farm in my gut from all of the worry.

I shouldn't complain because things could be so much worse but for me, it's seemed like some really bad months that have passed. It doesn't help that Manchild lives in another place so I'm essentially a single woman. I want to be a damsel in distress and have a shining knight rescue me, dammit! He doesn't even have to be riding a white steed! He could show up on a Moped and I'd be happy! Aw hell, I'm starting to complain again. So for your benefit...Roger Wilco, over and out!