Quickie

Quick update:

- Haven’t been around blogland much lately. Sorry if I missed any fantastical posts.

- I’ve put out 4 rental applications but it’s a little early to be naming any properties I’m interested in. I won’t have the money together until the middle of September. Hopefully I can get something lined up and don’t have to wait too long to move. Hopefully.

- Rent is going to be more than I’d hoped. There is a lot of low-income housing in this town that I don’t qualify for. Everything else is $750/month or more.

- I think the stbx has some fears about this whole situation. Probably afraid of just the uncertainty and change, but she keeps saying things about me trying to ‘screw her’. Like by taking her car. What? C’mon, gimme a break. I think she hears all these horror stories of other separations and is assuming the same will happen here.

- She’s planning on giving her car to her sister once she can get into a newer one. Guess who’s going to end up paying for that. *sigh*

- Work’s been busy. I started this post about 6 hours ago…(ummm…make that yesterday.)

- Stbx keeps trying to talk me out of stuff. A couple of months ago we sat down and divided our stuff somewhat evenly. Now she’s trying to talk me out of things. And for the most part, I’m letting myself be talked out of them and don’t mind. I’ve been talked out of the pots & pans, the vacuum, and the couches. Every one of those things has some reminder of her that goes with it. New teflon pans that she used metal utensils on, a vacuum that she’s always hated (?) and couches that…well…I wouldn’t mind keeping the couches, even if they are scratched up by her cat. She even said, “Why don’t you take just your clothes like most other guys do?” *sigh* No, I’m not giving up my entertainment center. Sorry.

- Is it pathetic that I’m trying to get moved out before the release of Halo: Reach? I’d like to be able to play the game without the helping of guilt that seems to come with a new game.

- This week started as a typical Monday and continued through Thursday. One fire after another.

- I need a beer…(ok...another beer.)

- I keep thinking I should drink more beer to justify this belly I seem to be developing. I really don’t drink much. Maybe 6 in a month. Maybe.

- Alright, I’m done bitchin ‘n moanin. For now.