Wow, does life know how to tell me I suck or what?

Just received notice that the trailer park I live in was just sold to a large company. Remembering my trouble with Alpine Meadows several years ago, I’m very scared now.

Since we’re roughly $1,000 behind on our lot rent, this likely means we’ll eventually receive a visit from their attack dog if we don’t figure out a way to get it paid off ASAP. We had been slowly paying it down with the current owners, but they’re a hell of a lot more understanding than a large company will probably be. I don’t blame the owners, the park is nearly empty and they can’t even take a vacation. But still… another eviction is a terrifying thought.

Guess this is our notice it’s time to leave Michigan ASAP.

I would kill to know what happened to my beading supplies.

I have a huge ball of hemp, a large container of wooden beads, and a bunch of other little things missing right now. I can see loosing or leaving the small stuff behind somewhere, since some of it was in small envelopes… but the hemp and wood beads would be hard to miss. Knowing me, I probably threw them into some random box the night before the movers arrived.

Now that I have a web cam, I can (maybe) take a few pictures of my jewelry to put up on my DA account before I sell them for Christmas money.

I really hope I didn’t loose them, I don’t want to replace everything.

I finally learned why I had to have my own camera for that speech class. It’s going to be held online apparently, so I won’t be able to share the school’s camera. Kind of curious to see how that’s going to work.

So far, I’m passing my classes, though I’m routinely staying up until 4am trying to get everything done or waiting for things to upload to the school server. (Which gives a totally new definition to the word “slow” — I’d hate to see what would happen if I wasn’t on cable.) I think I’ve discovered the fate of Computer Science majors: Sleep is for weaklings; caffiene is king.

What have I gotten myself into??

Okay, I promised an update regarding the move and here it is.

I’m still a bit ambivalent about this whole move. A large part of me will be intensely glad to be out of Alpine Meadows, but another part is still waiting for the next shoe to fall.

Parkwood Green accepted our application (they don’t do credit checks, in fact crime seems to be the only thing they’re concerned with) and the bank went through on financing.

The (new) trailer was moved into the park yesterday, though the crew almost got into an accident on the way over. We had a sudden snow squall go through, which reduced visibility to almost zero. Apparently some lady hit the breaks unexpectedly, a semi swerved to avoid her and almost hit our trailer. However nothing happened and they finally made it into the spot… only to discover our water line had broken during the night. ^^;

Mom visited this morning on the way home and saw that everything is hooked up now, which should mean we can begin moving our stuff in. I’m still not sure which room I’m taking, but we can hash that out when we can actually move in.

The only other ugly thing is that we’re going to have to rent a power-washer to clean the trailer once it gets warm and the shed is full of garbage from the previous owner. >_> But that’s not too bad, considering.

Trudy, the owner of Cedar Mobile Home Service, is a miracle-worker. I swear. She’s taken care of all the permits, phone calls, even managed to talk a building inspector to give us a permit on his day off. Right now it’s looking like we’ll be able to live in the new trailer Monday or Tuesday. Trudy is good, let me tell you.

Another bad thing is that we couldn’t stay with Comcast. They don’t offer service in Sparta, even though it looks like they’re only a mile away. *sighs* Bye-bye anime, Food Network, and Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Anyroad, we’re going to take a load of junk to the trailer today and then we’re going out with Jodi tomorrow to pick out new appliances. (Note to self, turn Amazon store to vacation and get financial aid papers filled out!)

In other news, my main blog can now be set to friends only! (Haha!) I knew there had to be a plug-in to do this. ^_^

Instead of trying to inform everyone who needed the password, I can just send them logon information and be able to set things just like I can do on LiveJournal.

I just know I have some pretty weird people checking out my blog and I wanted a better way to protect sensitive entries. This is still my online diary, afterall. Yes, I want to share with my friends and family, but I don’t necessarily want my classmates reading my health-related posts. (or rants full of obscenities.)

Don’t worry, this isn’t going 100% friends only. I was just looking for a better way to protect posts to varying degrees.

Just a quick update to mention the new theme I’m uploading. This is in no way indicative that I’m done with the move; I’m just uploading my final project for my Web design class. It was basically complete a couple weeks ago, but I just hadn’t bothered to move it from my college Web site to this one.

It’s going to be weird for a bit, so please bear with me.

I promise I’ll write more about the move tomorrow or Saturday. Right now I’m really too exhausted to do much more than mindless Web design. (Yeah, I’ve picked a good major when I can do it this tired! XD)

Thanks

Nothing super-long like my previous entries. I’m just feeling suddenly worried that the bank will reverse their stance on our financing and that Parkwood Green won’t accept us. There’s just so much dramatic talk I can take before I start going nuts. And Patti has been doing that as hard as she can, telling us our credit is so bad we don’t stand a ghost of a chance.

I’ve just had so many bad experiences over the past year that I automatically begin feeling like something’s just going to go wrong. Things felt so bouyant earlier today and now I’m feeling cold, depressed, and worried. It just can’t go so right… can it?

Well, once again we blew Patti off.

Remember last entry when I mentioned numerous phonecalls? Well, one seems to have come through.

Today, we looked at a 1997 Dutch 16×80 trailer. For a repo, that thing was immaculate. It has no appliances, but we were told it was a 2000, so we’re hoping that the fact it was really a 1997 will sweeten the pot a little bit. But we loved it. It was clean, bright, and didn’t have a huge number of things wrong with it like the others we’d looked at. Aside from being told the wrong year, what we found were nitpicky things that could be fixed pretty quickly/easily.

We made an offer on it and put down our $200.

Then we took off and went to Parkwood Green, got an application, and checked out the lot that would be ours. Ed (aside from me misunderstanding that the park office was also his home) seemed to have no problem whatsoever with what was happening. The fact that the bank was willing to play ball with us tells me that our credit can’t be that horribly off. The only thing they said was that we’d be better off with just Mom on the mortgage, or else the student loans may mess us up. (No problem.)

So far, it looks like we’re going to be paying about $150 a month on it, on top of the $320 for base rent. Not counting any overages from the electric, that basically comes out to be just $5 more than what we’re paying at Alpine Meadows. However, we won’t be paying for water, sewer, or trash… nor will we have to pay for Luna or our cats.

When we got home, Patti was bent all out of shape because we didn’t drive back down to 54th street to place an offer on the tight thing she showed us.

I’m trying to be nice to her, but her pushiness knows no bounds. As far as we were concerned, there was no “thinking” — she basically told us we were coming in today at 4pm to place an offer. Not, “would [we]” or “if you would like to”… but told us we were coming in to place an offer. I told her we weren’t interested and why. (Too tight, master bathroom pretty much unusable to us, etc.)

She tells me, “We have other trailers, hun.” *growl*

“Yes, but our health is suffering… my grandpa suggested we should find an apartment and regroup once we’ve had a chance to rest.” Yeah, health as in Mom has almost had an accident every night this week since we’ve spent the better part of the day running from one end of the county to the other.

“With your credit, you won’t be able to get into anything.” Oh, really. How do you know? Have you checked our credit report without our consent?

I pitch my voice more aggressively, “Patti, we can not afford to keep driving to 54th street and beyond.”

At this point, she is not happy. Not happy at all. Oh well. I guess she’s starting to get it that we’re not going to be paying her an extra $2000 and she’s not getting whatever kickback she wanted to get by shoving us into Glenwood Estates.

Anyway, provided things go through okay we could be looking at only one or two days without a place to stay. We could move our things in (by next Wednesday possibly), but we can’t live there ourselves until all inspections are done.

Please keep your fingers crossed and prayers coming. There’s going to be a lot of prayers in this house until we figure out where things are headed. I’m so tired that I can’t even dredge up the hope. Patti’s deflating comments about our credit have gotten to me a bit. Everyone I’ve talked to has said to ignore her; she’s just getting a kickback from Glenwood… but I’m emotional enough that I am feeling discouraged.

Maybe this is a solution, but I’m just not sure. I’m discouraged/depresed enough that ambivalent really doesn’t describe me.