We received our salvaged possessions from serv pro. 27 boxes of comics and 7 boxes of not comics. So what was IN those 7 boxes? H handful of useless keys wrapped as if they were made out of spun glass. Why useless? Because the doors they fit no longer exist being either burned or shattered by the firemen. A clutch of rusted grilling tools. I've needed more iron in my system. A dented collander, a frying pan with a wobbly handle, a pile of old mail from 3 years ago, loose photos now all stuck together. Framed photos and a mildewed wedding album. No clothes, no trophy of Josh's that I was promised would be returned, nothing that I would actually want, other than photos. I was enraged and would have torn somone's head off if I could. I should have been more demanding and insisted on seeing what they were taking away instead of assuming they knew what they were doing. A pox on them.
I got over my fury with a nap and a bit of crafting and I think we will all be pleased to know is that the one thing not damaged by the fire is the gravity in the craftroom. It isn't even the same craft room and yet the gravity there works like it did in my original craft room. Craft room gravity sucks the stuff off tables and shelves no matter how carefully I place it. Good thing to know some things never change.
Unfortunately though, I think my angels have been displaced. Whenever I took photos in a certain spot in the house, I would always have orbs. Same spot post fire and no orbs. No orbs anywhere in the house, unfortunately. I did uncover the angel shrine that I had made that the orbs were always around. Now I need to take a pic to see if the orbs follow the shrine and not the spot in the house. It always made me feel better Knowing I had angels.
Some angels, people might think, they let your house burn. Perhaps, but the angels made sure we all got out and no one was hurt. I can't ask anything more of them other than to come home, we miss you.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Vacation
We were away on vacation last week. Did ya miss me?
Anyhoo, we went to the beach. Yes, an Oddz Bodkinz vacation where one goes to the beach AFTER the season and when one forfeits bathing suits for sweat shirts.
The first night there most of the boardwalk was open (this is Wildwood, NJ). I hit a dollar store only to discover the lamest merchandize EVER! It was as if they swept the floor of all the stores and stuck the crap that they swept up on these shelves and walls. It's pretty pitiful when you can't find one thing to buy at the dollar store.
I didn't hit any more stores that night but the Husband bought himself a pound of candy. Now I know we haven't been on vacation in a while but when did chocolate candy cost $22.00 a pound??
So Wildwood Baordwalk was a bust. We hit Cape May the next day and trolled the stores in what they call the Mall... Out doors, gifty, that kind of thing. I bought only two things there when usually we come a staggering back unable to carry our loot. I don't know if I lost the taste for shopping, for the beach, or did I just NOT want to be there but at home in my new.old house.
We headed home on Tuesday and I was never so glad to leave the beach in my life. The whole area just didn't feel right. It was hard to equate the vacation Wildwood with the one where there were no... and I mean NO cars on the streets after dark. No people either when this place usually keeps going until the early hours. It felt almost like a post apocalyptic movie set where manhole covers bite at your ankles and sharks are swimming in your toilet. and youdon't dare look behind you for fear of what is lurking. In fact, the most exciting thing to happen was two gorups of hot bodied young coast guard guys that came jogging past singing aloud some kind of cadence that kept them all on the same beat. And that was only once. I must say that coast guard guys, young ones, at least have great butts. HEY! I wasn't looking. I happened to be sitting in the car as they came past and is it my fault that their butts were the same level as my eyes/ Well, except for the tall ones.
I am glad to be home, even tho still don't have the house set up perfectly. I'm in dire need of some artwork for my walls. Out big brown couch doesn't look so much like a turd since I bought a throw for the back of it and the cat peed on my bedspread so my bedroom smells a bit icky but it doesn't matter I'M HOME!!! And I'm not leaving EVER!!!
So there isn't much else new. I almost had a new laptop but the one bought for me had a cracked screen so I must wait for a new lap top. One that will hopefully turn on unlike the old one which is finally dying of the fire damage.
Speaking of fire damage. Serv Pro is bringing the stuff they managed to save to us on Thursday. I have no idea what they have so I guess it'll be like Christmas and I'll have surprizez. Till then......
Anyhoo, we went to the beach. Yes, an Oddz Bodkinz vacation where one goes to the beach AFTER the season and when one forfeits bathing suits for sweat shirts.
The first night there most of the boardwalk was open (this is Wildwood, NJ). I hit a dollar store only to discover the lamest merchandize EVER! It was as if they swept the floor of all the stores and stuck the crap that they swept up on these shelves and walls. It's pretty pitiful when you can't find one thing to buy at the dollar store.
I didn't hit any more stores that night but the Husband bought himself a pound of candy. Now I know we haven't been on vacation in a while but when did chocolate candy cost $22.00 a pound??
So Wildwood Baordwalk was a bust. We hit Cape May the next day and trolled the stores in what they call the Mall... Out doors, gifty, that kind of thing. I bought only two things there when usually we come a staggering back unable to carry our loot. I don't know if I lost the taste for shopping, for the beach, or did I just NOT want to be there but at home in my new.old house.
We headed home on Tuesday and I was never so glad to leave the beach in my life. The whole area just didn't feel right. It was hard to equate the vacation Wildwood with the one where there were no... and I mean NO cars on the streets after dark. No people either when this place usually keeps going until the early hours. It felt almost like a post apocalyptic movie set where manhole covers bite at your ankles and sharks are swimming in your toilet. and youdon't dare look behind you for fear of what is lurking. In fact, the most exciting thing to happen was two gorups of hot bodied young coast guard guys that came jogging past singing aloud some kind of cadence that kept them all on the same beat. And that was only once. I must say that coast guard guys, young ones, at least have great butts. HEY! I wasn't looking. I happened to be sitting in the car as they came past and is it my fault that their butts were the same level as my eyes/ Well, except for the tall ones.
I am glad to be home, even tho still don't have the house set up perfectly. I'm in dire need of some artwork for my walls. Out big brown couch doesn't look so much like a turd since I bought a throw for the back of it and the cat peed on my bedspread so my bedroom smells a bit icky but it doesn't matter I'M HOME!!! And I'm not leaving EVER!!!
So there isn't much else new. I almost had a new laptop but the one bought for me had a cracked screen so I must wait for a new lap top. One that will hopefully turn on unlike the old one which is finally dying of the fire damage.
Speaking of fire damage. Serv Pro is bringing the stuff they managed to save to us on Thursday. I have no idea what they have so I guess it'll be like Christmas and I'll have surprizez. Till then......
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