Did anyone else feel that shit storm blow through?

You know the part in a movie when the chubby teenager is sitting all alone at lunch and their voice over says "things couldn't have gotten any worse," and at that moment the chair breaks that they were sitting on and their tray of spaghetti bake spills all over their lap? That's kinda been my scene as of late. Came home Friday to find a lovely little note from the apartment ladies tucked into our door notifying us that we need to go. A "14/30" is what it was called I believe. Apparently, this apartment isn't large pet friendly. Well excuse me, who gets to define what is a "large pet" and what isn't. Sounds a little politically incorrect, if you ask me. What if airplanes, or movie theaters, or cars weren't deemed large human friendly. That wouldn't exactly be fair, and neither is this. So we can either get rid of Harlow in 14 days, or move out in 30. Makes sense that the first place I would ever be evicted from would occur in this town, I'm pretty sure it's just a right of passage here. So what's next you ask? Well Chris and I spent the weekend looking for rental homes. Rental homes, has such a nice ring to it, doesn't it? I'll let you in on a little investment secret, if you have some extra money lying around you should buy a house here to rent out. I am not kidding, rental homes go like hot cakes around here. The moment we see an available house that doesn't make me cry it's already scooped up before we can even call on it. An ol two tone Pontiac is already in the drive way hauling in the new renters light up beer signs and toaster ovens before we can even pull away. Yup, it's a renters market in Peker, who would have thought? Oh wait, I guess this is exactly what I would have thought. So how do I deal with this situation you might ask? With maturity and poise, as I do everything. I've really tried to keep a positive attitude. I haven't thrown a fit, or cried numerous times like the world is coming to an end, or made gagging sounds at each new rental home we drive by that isn't up to my standards. I've been a real trooper. I enjoy a change of scenery, even if the change is from an apartment complex to a rental house tucked on a street that switches from pavement, to dirt, and back to pavement. It's a little taste of country in the city. Topeker just keeps getting better and better.

Speaking of things getting better, I was informed just the other day that because of the mass amount of snow days that cancelled my work and put me way behind in my numbers I am being put on an "action plan" until further notice. As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours shit. These past few days have been an entire shit storm. So my new action plan goes something like this, Chris said that if I can get a better job in Omaha we can move. Or if I can find him a better job in Omaha we can move, as well. So if you know of anyone who would like to hire us please let me know. Chris is very good with finances, and he's such a people person. I'm good with knife skills and belittling high school students. We don't have to get hired as a team, of course. But we could come as a package deal if it works best for you. We put on a very great home cooking show I might add. I'm kind of serious... If you can help me out of here I would be forever grateful. I just kind of feel like I'm stuck between a rock and nasty rental house here and am not sure what to do.

But just to clarify I am happy. This is fine. It's fine, F-I-N-E. I am happy. Oh yeah, Happy Valentines Day or whatever.