Category: Ex Trailer Trash

The tent thing is finis. Not quite as successfully as the camels, sadly.  The camel caravan was a hit.  I just want to take a machete – or an uzi or an atom bomb – to my lame attempt at building a tent structure.  Instead of a tent we’re gonna have filmy-ish neon orange fabric…

No, not that kind of camel toe! For the past couple of nights, our home has been overtaken by camels. Well, camels and all the folderol that goes with them. A few days before ground-zero in a contest, my work team finally got its collective head out of its collective ass and decided on a…

This has been a week of ups and downs, to the nth degree. Work went from good to challenging to really crummy to excellent. My oldest daughter announced she’s finally paying off the biggest bill in my name, the one that’s been Damocle’s sword hanging over any chance of buying a house. Long story, but…

Whew… the slave driver hath prevailed this weekend. In reality it wasn’t exactly a slave driver scenario.  It was more that I needed to get this stuff done and G kept hounding bitching nagging reminding me until I just sat down and started writing, copying and editing how-to articles on the website.  In reality it…

G is still adamant we need to get his paperwork filed prior to getting a house.  I was almost leaning that way, too, against my better instincts.  Notice that past-tense expression, “was”. True, we can rent some substantially larger apartments for $200-300 per month less than what we’re now paying.  The housing industry here in…