ON THE ROAD AGAIN!
Yep, campers that's right, moving again<sigh>. The landlady sold the property and we all received our little letters stating the new owners' intent.
In Reader's Digest form, YOU HAVE 30 DAYS. PACK UP AND MOVE 'EM OUT PARDNER!
Lovely.
There are three other families(all with kids)out here. So everyone's been scrambling. Luckily, one family was in the process of buying a house. But the rest of us were under the delusion and pre-made promises of our landlady that we would be allowed to stay put for one lease year. Ha! Ha!
But I can't blame her because her husband is very, very ill. Several strokes and heart attacks, emphysema(has to stay on an oxygen tank) and now has a rather large tumor connected to his pancreas. She has had several heart attacks herself and her only goal is to get him back home to the Carolinas to(both)thier families. Don't blame her because I would have done the same thing.
Besides, she gets to leave Dougie Jr. behind. Let's see $300,000 AND gets to leave her diliquent son behind. Nothing but net here.
Well on with my story.......
We finally found something, with the help of some very good friends in Denton. A very nice yet small 3 bedroom house in a town called Pilot Point. It's about 23 mi. from Denton and that equates into a 30 min. drive to work for Gary. It's much better since Gary will be going nightshift next month. Pilot Point is also one of the towns the rests on Lake Ray Hubbard which is a beautiful man-made lake thanks to the Army Corps of Engineers.
This is the house we are moving to. One of our friends lives only 2 blocks and just had to send us an email with this photo attached with the words,"You've got to see this one."
You see, I told you we had good friends. That was especially the case a few days earlier. Moving on to my next story....
I MAKE TOO MUCH AND WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED AGAIN?
Well Monday Gary and I took off to Denton on our apartment hunting excursion. We hooked up with our friend, Teresa, from Pilot Point(the one who took the above photo). She was looking also because the woman just doesn't like driving at night and who can blame her.
After four hours, we were exhausted and defeated. We found several really nice and decently priced(about $599-615 for a 3 bed)apartments but were then informed that we made too much money. The new wave of the future for apt. complexes is the tax credit apt. This is a gov't program to help the lower middle class get better housing. For a family of four, we had to make a measly $39,900. Now once you were approved, it didn't matter if you made $100,000 yearly but you have to be approved. For one person, you could only make $27,900! Either starve attempting to get approved or find somewhere else! That somewhere else consists of 30-40 yr old complexes that charge $900-1000 for a 1000sq ft 2 bedroom!
Since Denton is a college town(home of TWU and NTSU) the majority of the complexes cater to college students. Then there are the complexes that, if we want to live there, we would have to knock the kids AND the cat in the head! Oh yea! Doncha' know I had a fun day.
Around 4p.m., the van started acting up. Shifting by itself, electrical system going on and off, lunging forward when the gas pedal was pushed, backfiring and, my personal favorite, dying every-single-time the van idled for a millisecond! Yup, the alternator was toast.
Of course, big bad hubby can't take the word of a mere woman on this. He refused to listen, went through denial and then bought a new battery. He finally accepted that it 'might be' the alternator around midnight. We had 3 friends show up to aid assistance and we ended up spending the night in Denton.
Gary spent about 8 hours on Tuesday getting the alternator repaired. We didn't leave for Bowie until late afternoon. Yea, don't listen to a mere woman about these things.
SNAKES!!!!!
Out here on the ranch, I have come across a bounty of creepy crawlers. Scorpions, tarantulas, snakes, wolf spiders,etc...
But nothing prepared for the reaction of big, macho hubby.
This happened the day after our little van and apt hunting ordeal when Gary arrived home. He glanced up at our covered porch(just about 1/2 ft from the front door) to see a snake. Not just any snake, mind you, but a cottonmouth. Pretty deadly little sucker.
Gary spent 20 minutes in his attempt to kill the 3 ft demon. After this event, I think he shook for 3 hours....one hour for every foot of the reptile. And when I informed him that I killed a rather large wolf spider in Alyssa's room, 4 red wasps in the dining room and witnessed 3 tarantulas crawl across the porch heading for the carport, well I think that was the last straw for him.
High rent, broken vans and lazy landlords are one thing but snakes, spiders and other various creepy crawlers? FORGETABOUTIT!
I think he would have moved into a hotel if I would have consented!!! | 
Mmmmmwwwwah!