So, I can't help but finish the stories I started about our initial move to this fine state. Back on to the poop water in the house. The 'dryforce' guy who smells of smoke and mold comes into our house to set up machines to dry to poop water out. He pulls up the carpet and runs wires all through our house. If any of you know Tyler you know this is not going to fly for three days so we call the property manager and tell her she needs to help us out with a hotel. It wouldn't be an issue if it were just us but we have the kids to think about. She trys to blame this all on us and say had we had the lines run it wouldn't have happened. So she refused. We had to go anyways because I couldn't be there knowing the kids were breathing the fumes in.
Anyhow, we came home to find our house 115 degrees from the heating machines placed in our room. We just finished paying off our furniture a few months ago... came home to find the candles that were on decorative plates MELTED all over our dresser. Not to mention our unity candle from our wedding ( which is irreplaceable). So our expensive dresser is ruined to this day.
Now comes the smoke. Tim and I are sitting around on our bed ( which remember is in the living room) and we start to smell smoke when the swamp cooler kicks on. We go outside and you can't see the mountain that is 1/2 a mile away. We have no idea what is going on and I get online to see what I can find and apparently smoke from a wildfire in Arizona is coming into the city. And this is bad for a number of reasons. The air quality is so bad that they say you can't go outside. So now I am stuck in the poop water house for weeks. We can't turn our swamp coolers on beacuse it just pulls the smoke into the house so the temp in our house starts to get up to 85 and UP. We have no A/C. Only this swamp cooler so we are burning up all the time. The air quality is so bad they say it can cause permanent breathing problems for children ESPECIALLY young infants. :( Welcome home Heberts.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Stupid New Mexico
Let me just lay it out for all my devoted THREE readers of my blog. The A-bears hate New Mexico. At least this one does.
I am not the gripe and moan type on facebook. Frankly people like that annoy the crap out of me. But let me just enlighten you on our time here.... I think I am near the 'lets laugh about this' stage but not really. Who are we kidding. I'm still bitter.
We move into the house and take a look around. At first glance I think, well alrighty its an old house but they did a superperb job remodeling. I don't notice that Tim is trying to keep me away from the back yard. In spite of his efforts I have to eventually go out there to see what the dog is doing out there.
Behold what I find:
A rabbit cage. Filled with poop. House has been vacant over a year. Hey, great housewarming present. One year old poop. Welcome to New Mexico guys.
Nails. I don't think I can accurately show you how big these suckers were. A good 4 inches. All over the yard. A birthday present for Tyler perhaps. Death trap backyard.
A shed. Innocent enough. Filled with electrical wire and ....5 gallon drums of used motor oil. Without a lid. Present for Bradley? Nothing says welcome baby like a toxin
Backyard full of stickers. Not even little annoying ones that stick to your shoelaces. These suckers poked clear through a flip flop and drew blood. Who am I on now Tim? Present for him ... he wears flip flops a lot.
Now, overlooking the danger zone backyard I figure well. Let's just stay inside where it is safe. Cue the poop water. Yes, we don't have enough rabbit poop in the backyard how about all our neighbors poop in our house. YAYYY!. And on a Friday night at 10pm no less. Its ok, lets just sleep in the living room. It will only be a few nights. Next morning in comes the carpet man. What does he do? Sprays lots of chemicals with the world CIDE at the end. CIDE= poison. Just what my 6 week old baby needs!! Horray carcinogens for all.
Meanwhile 3 weeks later we still look like this:
Knock Knock, who could be. Its the bug man. Come here nice Texans let me show you these blackwidows living in your front yard. And tell you about the mouse pee virus that is deadly if you step on the pee. Excited yet? Here let me show you roaches all in the house. Oh, you are sleeping on the floor you say?
Meanwhile I spend four weeks being afraid a spider is going to kill my tiny baby and I will wake up with a roach in my mouth. FUN TIMES. I think that is enough bitterness for the day. Back soon with part #2. And the fun doctors we have seen here.
I am not the gripe and moan type on facebook. Frankly people like that annoy the crap out of me. But let me just enlighten you on our time here.... I think I am near the 'lets laugh about this' stage but not really. Who are we kidding. I'm still bitter.
We move into the house and take a look around. At first glance I think, well alrighty its an old house but they did a superperb job remodeling. I don't notice that Tim is trying to keep me away from the back yard. In spite of his efforts I have to eventually go out there to see what the dog is doing out there.
Behold what I find:
A rabbit cage. Filled with poop. House has been vacant over a year. Hey, great housewarming present. One year old poop. Welcome to New Mexico guys.
Nails. I don't think I can accurately show you how big these suckers were. A good 4 inches. All over the yard. A birthday present for Tyler perhaps. Death trap backyard.
A shed. Innocent enough. Filled with electrical wire and ....5 gallon drums of used motor oil. Without a lid. Present for Bradley? Nothing says welcome baby like a toxin
Backyard full of stickers. Not even little annoying ones that stick to your shoelaces. These suckers poked clear through a flip flop and drew blood. Who am I on now Tim? Present for him ... he wears flip flops a lot.
Now, overlooking the danger zone backyard I figure well. Let's just stay inside where it is safe. Cue the poop water. Yes, we don't have enough rabbit poop in the backyard how about all our neighbors poop in our house. YAYYY!. And on a Friday night at 10pm no less. Its ok, lets just sleep in the living room. It will only be a few nights. Next morning in comes the carpet man. What does he do? Sprays lots of chemicals with the world CIDE at the end. CIDE= poison. Just what my 6 week old baby needs!! Horray carcinogens for all.
Meanwhile 3 weeks later we still look like this:
Knock Knock, who could be. Its the bug man. Come here nice Texans let me show you these blackwidows living in your front yard. And tell you about the mouse pee virus that is deadly if you step on the pee. Excited yet? Here let me show you roaches all in the house. Oh, you are sleeping on the floor you say?
Meanwhile I spend four weeks being afraid a spider is going to kill my tiny baby and I will wake up with a roach in my mouth. FUN TIMES. I think that is enough bitterness for the day. Back soon with part #2. And the fun doctors we have seen here.
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