You know how in the Amityville Horror, the ghost kept following them no matter where they ran to?

It's kind of like that, but with fire.

These are pictures of the hotel on Saturday night.

The hotel that I'm staying at because I lost my house to fire.

The hotel that caught on fire.




I don't even know what else to say. I mean, have you ever? How much more can I be expected to take? Really, karma gods, you need to learn when to quit. Enough is enough.

*only smoke damage. One of the dryers in the laundry got too hot and smoky.

Saturday Smiles

Things I miss

What with being homeless and all, I've been taking particular notice of the things I miss. We're still in a hotel, coming up on three weeks now. Snowmageddon really mucked things up further with its ten feet of snow. The cleaning company can't get a dumpster up to the house to start throwing stuff out, so we do nothing. They don't want to handle the items twice, which I understand, but if anything could have been saved it is certainly ruined by now. The smell is just soooo nasty and has permeated everything.

I miss my fabulous zebra print trench coat. And my superfunktastic leopard print dansko clogs. That I only got to wear thrice before they became funkified in a not fantastic way. (btw, I did not wear the trench and the clogs together) (but I thought about it)

I really miss my lapdesk. This actually putting the laptop on my, well, lap top, sucks. And gets burny.

But mostly, I miss my Keurig. I'm so zombified in the morning that I just can't face the whole filter, coffee, measure procedure and I usually end up with some swill that's barely palatable. Just when did I get too fancy to hold my own damn computer and measure out coffee grounds?

This whole ordeal may just humble me yet. (don't count on it.)

Well, I've had enough of THIS happy horseshit

And so has Pickles. Although she loves the snow when it's not over her head.

The big lump up there? It is the husband's truck.

And that? up there? That's my new car I was fixin to tell you about before my stupid house burned. (not linking, too sad. scroll down, it's the last post)

This is what it looks like when it's not hiding out in a snow drift.

Not my picture, obviously. Since I have no HOUSE, or CAMERA, or GARAGE for it to live in and not get a billion tons of snow on it. Did you know that with a convertible, you have to go out and sweep the snow off the roof every five seconds or the roof will collapse from the weight? True. Snow sweeping aside, I lovelovelove this car! It's the bright spot in my otherwise dreary existence of looking at rental after rental after rental. I thought having the dogs would be the problem in renting a house. But noooo, it's that no one wants to do a six month lease. My thinking is that six months worth of money is better than no money, but they'd rather let the house sit empty and get nothing. Me no unnerstand.

What I do understand is that I MUST get out of this hotel or I will pull a Jack Nicholson in The Shining. I've got a few more to look at on Monday, providing we're dug out by then. We've got 7' drifts out in the parking lot, but the roads are clear. I guess that's one bright side to not being at home. If I were at home, I'd have no power (it went out at 9pm Friday) and I'd truly be stuck because they won't get to our road until probably Monday night. So see? Bright side to everything!

I'm going to go sob quietly in the bathroom now. Please don't tell anyone where I am.