Cinnamon's Spicey Life

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And the ad said, “Will work with tenants on their deposit”.  That was great news to us.  My husband had just gone back to work driving a truck and we were starting to get caught up with some bills that we had.  I’d been boarding my horse at some really nice people’s ranch, but I wasn’t getting to spend too much time with him.  We thought that there was a chance that we could lose our really nice house because of the banking fiasco and mortgages doubling, so I saw a chance for us to escape that possibility and have my horse with me.  We were going to go “back to our roots”.  Well, my roots anyway.  I’d grown up on a farm and wanted to get back to having a garden and a few chickens and riding a horse again.  My husband is basically a city boy who likes to ride his Harley, but we wanted to be out in the country and away from the oppressive HOA and all the things that living in the city entailed.  So when I saw that the landlord was willing to take a few payments to catch up the deposits along with the rent, in exchange for doing some of the cleaning of the property, I jumped at the opportunity.  I jumped WAY too fucking fast.  Although the property itself was perfect for the horse, and there was a barn that my husband could use for a shop the house was a disaster.  It was roach infested and there was mold from a leaking roof.  And so much garbage and trash from the people before us that I knew I’d better have a strong constitution in order to tackle it.  But I did.  And the landlord didn’t have to wait for a dime.  I handed over first, last and damage deposit in two weeks time.  And she promised to get the roof fixed, and the plumbing issue fixed, and the rust encrusted water fixed.  It took 2 months to get the roof right.  But that was OK because I was busy cleaning and painting, and scrubbing and looking forward to when we could move in and start “farmin”.  Fixing the roof was the last thing she did.  Oh sure, someone would come to check the well, and someone came to check the plumbing.  And did I mention that the whole floor in the kitchen was rotten and it was almost like walking on a mattress?  They had laid new linoleum over the rotten floor.  And it was OK until we moved in our appliances and actually started to walk on it that we began to tell something was wrong.   So, finally I’d had enough of her lies.  And enough of feeling like we were her personal ATM.  I told her we were leaving.  That was right after I gave her December’s rent.  And there wasn’t going to be any more coming.

  Then January came, and 2013 started out horribly.  I had found out in December that my dog Casey had a very aggressive tumor.  So each day with him was precious to me.  My husband had heard from the bank on the house, and they wanted to see about a re-structure to the loan.  But that would take 90 days and they would be checking to see that we were living there.  Well, I had refused to live there again. I hated the house because it was his ex-wife’s house and I wanted something of our own.  So we decided that he would move back there and we would see where everything was at the end of the 90 days.  That meant I needed to find a place to live.  And get rid of all my animals.  The chickens sold very quickly.  And no wonder, I’d priced them about a third of what they were worth.  I knew I’d never find anywhere to live that would let me have two dogs (even if one was dying) because the other one was too big for the size requirements of most 55+ mobile home parks.  So I had to scramble to find a home for my bulldog Pebbles.  I contacted the woman who I had been fostering for, and she just couldn’t be bothered.  She didn’t have enough room and every other excuse under the sun.  So I placed an ad and held my breath.  I’d tried it once before and got a looney tune.  I ended up going to the girls house the next morning to get the dog back, so I was really leery about the experience.  But I got a call from a woman named Tracy and I took Pebbles over to meet the family and they all fell in love.  I cried because I was so happy. I needed the good news.  Then, a couple of days later my world crashed when Casey died in my arms.  I didn’t think I’d be able to stop crying.  It is still very raw for me, but each day is a tiny bit better.  Then I had to place an ad for my horse.  Plenty of people emailed about him, and a couple came to see him.  But when it came down to it, he didn’t sell.  Then, I get contacted by the same bitch I had bought him from.  The same one that I had fostered Pebbles for.  And she wanted him back.  Just WANTED him.  As in for free wanted him.  Are you fucking kidding me?  I paid almost a thousand dollars for him and she wanted him back for free?  Some humans are made up entirely of NERVE.  Needless to say, I let her know that wasn’t going to happen.   A friend of mine came out tonight and I’m giving Lucah to her.  She has two other horses and she loves animals so I know he will get a good home.  Again, I’m losing money, but it’s worth it to know where he is and I can go see him whenever I want.  She’s also a tenant at the storage place I work so I’ll see her often enough to hear about how he’s doing. 

This week was also good because I found a place in a 55+  park that is just absolutely gorgeous.  And they have everything I could possibly want.  Pools, exercise rooms, clubhouse, clubs of all kinds, bingo, even a dog park and a marina. It’s gated and just beautiful.  They take care of the yard.  And I own the place.  All it needed was a little clean up and new carpet.  And that’s being installed on Tuesday.  Take a look at this darling little place.         And it’s all mine.  And I won’t tell you what it cost, but it was less than what I paid for my horse !!!  It’s two bedrooms, two baths with a large shop/shed.  And because it was classified as a “fixer-upper”, I got 3 free months of lot rent.  I love it.  We moved alot of my stuff today, and will do the rest on Wednesday after the carpet is done on Tuesday.  I couldn’t be more excited.  Oh, and here’s the last little bit of news that is just the cherry on the top of the sundae.  As you know, I’m an Air Force Vet.  I’ve never asked my country for anything, but on the advice of someone, and on a lark, I put in for an educational program for veterans called the VRap program.  They only approve 45,000 a year for the program.  I heard last week that I was accepted.  What does this mean?  I will be going to school full-time and be paid 1500 a month to do it for a year.  Sweeeeeet !! School starts in May.  So the year really really started out bad.  Bad bad.  I haven’t been this sad and depressed in a long time.  But it’s now working out.  The Hubs and I will be living apart for a while.  But hell, we were doing that while he was on the road.  We sill talk every day and see each other every other day because of his new job here at home (that I helped get him), so it’s all working out.  I can honestly say that I thank God for all of this good fortune.  At my lowest, I prayed to find the strength and a way out of all of the darkness.  And He answered me.   How has your new year been so far?  LOL

peace,

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