Since Munchkin’s last day of school, I’ve been totally neglecting this blog due to real life stuff. Apparently I had taken for granted the luxury of having most of the day “free” from entertaining a nearly nine year old boy from the hours of 730am- 330pm !!! It’s amazing how little one  gets done when spending countless hours talking about wrestling, bakugan, PS3 games, and movies… not to mention the trips to the “fountain park” to cool off in this ungodly Georgia heat and spending a lot of time in the dark due to storms & power outages. Admittedly, my blog title is both literal and figurative….
Behold the current situation in our kitchen…
I’m sure that you can already see the “problem” we’re having here at Chez Mousie…  puddles of cat everywhere.  They’ve pooled in splotchy shapes on the floor (Captain Jack), started oozing off of the window sill (Ms. Kitty), and  melted themselves with  their  laser eyes from in front of my husband’s office door.  But wait– 1, 2… THREE kitties??

Yes blog, meet “Fizzgig” (50 geek points to anyone who gets that reference…children of the 80′s unite!!) our  “Summer Vacation Kitty” otherwise known as “Temporary Cat”.  Her real name isn’t actually Fizzgig but for blog  purposes and because she makes that god-awful snarling growling noise that the Muppet did…  it’s what we’re calling her.  She actually belongs to my husband’s best friend’s teenage son (sister’s cousin’s former roommate…) who is visiting for the summer.  Sadly, hubby’s friend is horribly allergic to cats AND they have two very large dogs — making this whole ‘bringing the cat for the summer’  living arrangement *interesting* to say the least.   We agreed to take the cat into our house until he returns to his home state for school in August because we’re either a) really awesome friends or b) completely mental and out of our damned minds… I’m leaning more toward the last one personally.

Ms. Kitty & Captain Jack are doing pretty good with their temporary friend, although Fizzgig isn’t quite sure what to make of the two of them!!! There is a lot of hissing, snarling & growling (hence the name) on her part when she’s not  sleeping behind the sofa in hubby’s office or hanging in out in my studio window.  Admittedly she’s not my favorite cat I’ve ever met (opinionated! OMG.  This cat is constantly telling me  “I haz a complaint!!!”)  but we’re learning to be friends (slowly) for the summer.

…brought to you by Captain Jack.

House hunting tomorrow.. good vibes needed!

On Monday we received some depressing news that our credit score was a handful of points too low to qualify us for the home loan that we applied for on my birthday. I have been pretty hush hush about the potential house purchase because I didn’t want to jinx anything and I’m sort of sad to have to announce the crap news rather than a happy house buying post.   We were really hoping that we’d get approved so that we could purchase something of our own from the massive amount of foreclosures out there because the mortgage on them would be HALF of what we’re going to pay for rent on anything not in a horrible area.

Unfortunately we haven’t had any luck finding anything to rent in a decent area or for an amount of money we can afford. I’ve been searching Craigs List, the Atlanta newspaper, the ‘local’ newspaper (which covers where we are now and where we intended to move), and have everyone we know keeping an eye out for anything we could live in. Time is ticking down – apparently we have TEN days to find another place to live so that we can notify the company that owns the house and they can prepare our check for the date our 30 days is up. That means that technically we never had 30 days to get ready to leave.. we had TWENTY. Our 30 days is up on Thanksgiving. Our 10 days is up on the 16th. I have to pack a whole house, find a place to live, figure out how to afford first & last months rent + security deposit + TWO pet deposits, AND move my kid to a new school district & school.

Oh yeah, the kicker to this whole situation is that on top of having to mow the whole lawn (the property is huge and its something we never have had to do) and clean the house before we leave that we also have to remove EVERYTHING from the storage building out back!!! When we moved in, it was chocked full of old car parts, chemicals, junk, trash, and covered in rat pee & tons of rat crap IF we want ANY money we have to remove all of this because the property has to be COMPLETELY EMPTY regardless of whether it was our junk.

Good vibes… I needs them.

I’m back from my trip with the in-laws to Panama City Beach Florida, and I’m completely unhappy about being home.  Our trip was rather.. interesting.

We headed down on Wednesday morning, bright and early only to find out that my husband’s predictions of  “mild weather & no bugs” translated into “hordes of gigantic blood-sucking mosquitos, fire ants, and some sort of nasty bitey things that Mousie is also completely allergic to” coupled with 11,000% humidity.  Thursday was spent dragging a lawn chair from shady spot to shady spot in our camp site and loudly complaining about the shitty weather (me) while mass apologies (husbear) and whining (munchkin) occurred.  On Friday the weather shifted, a steady breeze blew the bugs away, and we were headed down to the beach when my husband’s phone rang.

The friend who was taking care of our kitties had called to tell us that there was a strange letter attached to our door when he came to check the animals. The doorhang read : ” The agent below has been sent to determine the occupancy status of this property. If you do not contact the agent immediately to arrange for the removal of your personal property, any property remaining on the premises will be considered abandoned and will be removed.  You have 72 hours to respond..”   *insert confusion & hysteria here*

Turns out that the rental house which we’ve been living in and paying rent on has been foreclosed upon and is now on its way to being auctioned off by the mortgage company!  Our landlord hasn’t been paying the mortgage with our monthly rent payments and apparently he wasn’t ever planning on telling us that he no longer owned the property but he was certainly willing to keep taking our monthly rent until the sheriff arrived to post an eviction notice in 30 days!!  There are  apparently some sort of aid or vouchers that we can receive to help us with the relocation to a new house… not that it was really any consolation as we were standing in a campsite, on vacation,  7 hours away from our home, hearing that we’ve got to move out.

After deciding that we were already ON vacation and that there was absolutely no reason to go home when we’re facing a SURPRISE!!! relocation,  we figured we’d make the most of the rest of the trip.   There were shells gathered, skull bathing suits bought, games of putt-putt golf played, ice cream eaten, trails walked, waves boarded & manta rays sighted.  Husbear and I were even able to have a child free “date night” (I hate that term really..) with a walk on the beach & a nice early-birthday dinner where I didn’t have to cut anyone’s food.

I wish I had some photos to show of the trip but they’ll have to wait until the Husbear uploads some to me…  I never took my camera out of the case until this morning when I photographed the salt water taffy we brought home (it was free with purchase at one of the many tacky beach shops).

I’ll be away from the computer until next week, so I’ll leave you in the capable paws of the evil overlords Ms. Kitty & Captain Jack until I return.

I seriously hope they don’t think I’m going to abide by that sh*t…

(Capt. Jack says he’ll be under this wet towel if anyone needs him)

Hope your weekend was this relaxing!