Category Archives: Sioux City

Yardwork Sucks

My yard last week.

My yard last Thursday morning.
Moleman…?
Notice how they’ve managed to destroy my yard from the side of my house
all the way to the fence? That’s pretty much ALL my yard.
I have no back yard or side yard. We’ll get to the front yard shortly.
Yeah, that’s my front yard.
Here’s my front yard AFTER they cut the gas line…
This is the scene looking out my front door.
They left Friday for the holiday with a solemn promise
to be back first thing Tuesday morning.

What a mess. I’m really not mad at the plumbers for leaving a mess, or for leaving the mess over a three-day weekend, thus forcing us to move out of our home for the duration, honest. I’m mad at the city for forcing us to do this RIGHT NOW under threat of losing our home. Oh well. Such is life. I’m going to put a proposal to the City Council that they start a fund to provide low or no interest loans to other people who find themselves in this situation. Things would have been a LOT less scary for us had they said, “Yeah, this is gonna cost you four or five grand, but we can loan it to you fairly cheap.” The stress we had was finding the finds.

Oh, if you’re new here and don’t know the story, just read the post below.

If you’re reading this on Facebook, you can see the original blog at www.radloffs.net, click on “Blog.”

Whine whine whine. I’m whiny. Waaah — poor me.

Twenty-one days without a cigarette.

It’s starting to get warm. We’ve had a few good days to take the bike out tootling around town, and were able to open the windows to let the house breathe once or twice. That’s nice. The problem is that when it’s nice I don’t want to work. Actually, that’s not much of a problem — the real problem is that if I don’t work much, I don’t get paid much. So what happens is that when I skate out of work early, I’m deliriously happy — until the next day when it’s cold and rainy and I start to feel poor and guilty. Emotional roller-coasters are so much fun…

My stinky insurance company wouldn’t pay for my $120 Zyban bill and now they won’t pay for the happy anti-depressants I need because I’m so depressed about paying $120 for Zyban. That’s depressing. At least they coughed up a few bucks for my ulcer pills…

It all adds up to make me feel semi-miserable for some reason. Oh well, it’ll go away.