Once more, for good measure.

Long time readers will
remember the story of
our last, moldy house.

What a trial that was!
We have been in this new home
for a whole year now.

I could never say
thank you enough times to those
who helped us get out.

To all of you who
stepped in to help us move then
and are still around

I want you to know
that I think grateful thoughts of
each of you often.

And now we’ve got a
whole year of new memories
in a better home.

So much has happened
in this year that has now passed.
It’s remarkable.

March 2008………………………………………………………………………………………………………….March 2009

So, once more I say
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you all
Thanks so very much.

The rest of the story…

This past week has been
very long and so tiring.
There is much to tell.

To make long story
short, please read this post and then
come back and finish.

Okay. Now you know
the heart of the mold problem.
And you are outraged?

Asked to terminate
lease last Friday, but we were
ignored all week long.

We figured that we
will leave here no matter what;
need a place to live.

Well, we’ve been looking
for a house to rent all week,
so we can leave here.

Over and over
we “just missed” getting a house -
“Someone else got it.”

So much FRUSTRATION.
Home, John started falling ill.
So hard to keep going.

Found another one
and looked at it on Wednesday.
We really liked it.

While we were in it
looking around, a woman
walked in to look, too.

Would she beat us to
apply, taking the house off
the market once more?

Like I said it’s been
such a very long week and
my wits were frazzled.

I had crying fests.
We gave written documents
to our manager.

The documents were
strongly worded and we gave
them prints of photos.

Wednesday night I was
just ready to fall asleep.
Awake was too hard.

But I saw that there
are friends here who want to help
us leave this HELLHOLE.

Angie rocks my rack here.
And tells you how you can help
us move away, too.

Victoria, too!
She’s also trying to help
me get Braden out.

And Dawn! She posted
so that people would see the
ways to help us out.

I cried last night and
it was the good kind of cry.
I felt loved by them.

They say it’s darkest
before the dawn, and that means
get ready for good?

I wasn’t ready.
In fact, I was thinking that
the worst would happen.

Today we got news.
Owner will let us out of
lease with no more pay!

I cried, crapped my pants,
and did a dance of joy, all
at the same time. Wow.

Also, guess what else?
Application was approved!
A home to move to!

Now we just have to
cough up the savings to move
and pay for that place.

If you want to help,
Donate on the sidebar or
do this or do this.

(To paypal donate
leave a comment on the form,
“Use money to move.”)

Thank you so much to
all who have already helped
and supported us.

True friends gather round
when a person is in need.
I am bowled over.

Hai-This Suc-ku’s

Once upon a time,
our gas bill was very high
and I wrote this post.

Called to complain to
the Property Management.
Something must be wrong!

Owner of this home
didn’t care to make it right.
“Let’s just ignore it!”

We wanted to move.
Instead we turned down the heat,
trying to save cash.

Latest water bill
clued us to the real problem.
And then the gas bill.

This time the gas bill
was a whopping three-fifty.
And from LESS HEATING!

Checked water heater.
OH MY LORD, it is leaking!
Both water and gas!

And, oh my, the mold!
It is being birthed right here,
then coming inside.

This mold in Braden’s
room is growing because of
leak in the heater.

Mold on all windows,
making us sick for a month…
now we know the “why.”

Inform the owner…
“Someone will be out sometime,
for an ESTIMATE.”

But we need help now!
Leaking! Dangerous! COME ON!
But they do not care.

Two days after that,
our hot water is all gone…
check water heater.

Both water and gas
spraying out of the unit.
This is REALLY BAD.

Call and tell the turds
“property being damaged.”
Here within an hour.

“It must be replaced,”
says the contractor who comes.
But then what happens?

They send another.
Owner did not like the first
estimate he got.

So still we’re waiting.
Now owner says “his man” will
fix the old heater.

But this is not good.
It is beyond fixing, and
this is dangerous.

And while we still wait?
We have no hot water here.
Wash dish? Take Bath? NO.

I bet that you can
smell me from where you are now.
I really stink. Yuck.

I look at this shot,
and I long for my shower.
It’s now but a dream.

Oh, yeah, and the mold?
Will cost a lot to clean up.
We doubt it gets done.

Can’t stay here like this!
Our health is compromised, and
that is not okay.

But lease runs through May.
Will they let us out of it?
What do you guys think? :-S

But look at this face.
We will do whatever it
takes to protect him.

We must get out now.
Things might get pretty ugly.
Please send us good vibes.

Where’s Mr. Bubble when you need him?

Quick Announcement:
Next PSBN Post: March 10th
Breastfeeding Carnival Post scheduled for Tuesday, March 11th.
Birth Story Carnival Post scheduled for Monday, March 24th.
(see here and here for more info)
Link in with your related story on those days.  I’ll post buttons soon.

On to today’s post:

Since I’ve been vomiting on you people all of my feelings and states of being for some time now, I really don’t see a reason to stop.  So here’s a little update.

I’ve been off The Pill since January 28th.  It did not take all that long for me to feel much better.  The heavy depression I was feeling before has receeded dramatically, and my libido has resurfaced.  In fact, I’m thinking that tonight ‘conditions will be perfect.’  *Ahem*  Anyway…

Braden and I have been sick twice this past month. (Just FYI, when your child chokes on vomit, it’s REALLY scary.)  Even between colds and now at the end of the second one, I keep finding that a nagging fatigue has been settling on me again.  Yesterday, I had horrible sinus pains and headaches.

And I have made a lovely new discovery.  Some rather ugly mold is growing in our (rental) home.  Could this be contributing to the newfound feelings of malaise?  So, something else to deal with.  Life remains exciting!  We’re still waiting to hear back from the Property Management Folks about the mold, because they don’t like taking care of problems promptly (or at all).  It never ends.

Upon reflection, I have decided that I would like to live in a bubble from now on.  No, not the John Travolta kind.  A real bubble.  I want to drift along over the world, in a shiny, soapy, happy bubble.

Rent free.

But I think maybe I need to lose some more weight first.

Wave when you see me float by, mmkay?  Just don’t shoot spitballs.