I Did It Again

I forgot to blog again for almost a year. I am apparently not a very good blogger.

Last time I blogged my domestic partner and I were searching for a house to live in and I just found out I had to go through the short sale process on mine. I also just got a new job. Well, here's another update blog then hopefully I can back to serious things.

It took going through over 200 houses online, countless viewings, and 4 failed offers before we found The One. J and I had been sharing the load of going to look at houses, so he went to go see one and decided we would both love it enough to put an offer in. Just so you know, everyone in Phoenix has like a gagillion dollars and likes to buy up all the houses before anyone who actually needs a place to live can buy one. So, that being the case, we had to make a move quick. J put in an offer, and I went to see the house the next day or something. I liked the house, and a short while after, I got a call from our real estate agent saying that our offer was finally accepted!

I had to go searching for J at the gym (he had taken Annie to swim lessons) because of course he never listens to me when I tell him he must have his cell phone with him at all times when we are not together in the event of an emergency since I am so accident prone. Well of course he left his cell in the car, so I had to go searching for him to tell him the good news. What seemed like years later, we finally moved into our beautiful new home.  We have since dumped way too much money into it and removed the douchey bushes from in front of that window. We have painted the interior and the exterior, because we hate douchey colors and don't like to feel like we live in a hospital with nothing but white walls. This spring we will landscape the front and get rid of the godawful lava rock. Yes, I said lava rock. The house was built in 1987 and the only thing left over that proves it is the landscape. More pictures to come if I ever blog again.

Then there was the debacle of going through the short sale on my house. It was put on the market and within 5 days I had a buyer. Bank of America (whom I hate, see previous posts) took forever and ever and ever and ever processing everything, as did my stupid idiot of an ex, so the buyers backed out. Luckily, I had a cash buyer come right after that then the process went much faster. I put my house up for sale in June, and the sale finally closed November 1st. The whole experience sucked hard, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, I guess. I am so glad that I no longer have the house and although it was lovely, it was too far away from any god damn thing. Well, every god damn thing except one of my best friends. :( 

In the meantime, I was trying to learn the ropes at my new job as a contractor business analyst. That part sucked. I was never ever ever ever ever busy and everyone on my team seemed like they were a bigger idiot than I was. My boss was not my favorite person ever (to say the least) and worst of all, it was back and forth on whether I was going to be hired on full time or not. I began to wonder if I made a mistake by leaving Coventry. I started applying for lots of other jobs and had a bunch of interviews. I started getting pretty sick and tired of going to interviews and talking about the same gd thing every gd time. Plus I think I'm not a very good interviewer. If I'm asked about something I have no clue about, I say I don't have a clue about it and when asked why I was looking for a new job I'd say it's because I was tired of getting dicked around and wanted to work for a company that actually wanted me to work there. Then, I found out that another team at my same company needed help. I had an interview with that manager, and lo and behold she fell instantly head over heels for me, and I her. There were twinkle in our eyes and fireworks exploding everywhere. Before I knew it, I was going to be a REAL BOY and not a contractor anymore!

So.....I was in the process of getting all of my paperwork together to prove that I am a citizen of 'Merica and all that stuff. I went to the office on one of my working-from-home days to make copies of my passport and junk. When I came home, I walked in on a bunch of asshole pricks robbing me and my domestic partner of things that we have worked so hard to earn. I came in and saw that my beloved Beats by Dr. Dre was sitting on the floor in the hall when it should have been in the bathroom safe and sound. In that moment, everything stopped and I got that scary sound that they play in scary movies when something really creepy happens, and realized OH FUCK someone is in the house. Now, because I was such a sissy little teeny girl and was afraid of getting mugged/raped/murdered any time J wasn't by my side, we took self defense classes at Reality Defense Training so that I could learn how to defend myself should an ugly situation arise. Well, am I ever glad I did. The training helped me keep calm.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife available (I usually carry one on me but was an asshole that day and didn't grab it) and ran outside to see if I could find anyone. I had my phone and dialed 911 and told the lady what was going on. I went around the front of the house where a brand new beautiful Tahoe was waiting at my side wall to pick up their prick friend they left behind. I didn't see anyone involved, and the Tahoe took off like a bat out of hell. The whole situation was really scary and the truck circled back around about 3 times before the cops finally showed up. We were extremely fortunate that I came home at the exact time I did. I ended up scaring the thieves off and they only made off with my costume jewelry (which still sucks hardcore) and my old stupid cell phone (also kinda sad because I had love texts and pictures on there from my Jeff).

Needless to say though I was pretty shaken up after that for a while then there was the aftermath of dealing with the insurance claim and getting our doors repaired and turning our home into what some have called a "fortress" so that motherfuckers don't try to break in again. The nerve of some bitches. Really, to not have a soul or a conscience to look at our family pictures and not stop for ONE SECOND and think "this is the family I'm stealing from". Bastards.

So now, here we are...several months later. J and I are still learning a lot in our new roles and getting better and better at our jobs every day. We have Annie a lot more now (we only need to add one more day in order to have her 50%) and are continuing to enjoy life. I miss my friends and family every day and wish we were closer. I am terrible at visiting Benson and Sierra Vista but I'm hoping that now that things have calmed down, I can make more of an effort to visit the other people that are very important in my life. I have also decided to stop being such a jerk and go back to college. It's been almost 10 years since I graduated high school and I have been doing quite well for myself despite not finishing college. Well I have been dealt a very fortunate hand and I am not going to take it for granted. It's time for me to get a degree and check that box. As a wise man once said, "Yahoo for school! Yahoo for me!.... I'm gonna go to college!"

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