The House That Broke Me

I've been MIA in bloggy land for good reason.  I have been reading, but just not very involved lately.  Our leak got so much worse on Tuesday.  I can't even bring myself to put pictures of it up.  This has now been going on for about a month and our property manager is not being very helpful.  If we owned our own home, we would have called a roofer by now and moved on, but living in a condo restricts what we are allowed to do considerably. 

I walked into the condo on Tuesday and all I heard was water pouring down.  The first thing I noticed was my brand new lap top sitting in a puddle.  I could have cried.  Then noticed the couch was soaking wet.  And this wasn't going to let up any time soon.  I called Matt and he immediately called our dimwitted property manager.  She sent over the maintenance man and he felt bad, but there was nothing he could do except for give me some big pieces of plastic to try and save the couch.

The computer stopped working that night, but by the morning it was fine.  I think it just needed to dry out.  We borrowed a de-humidifier and got the couch dry, but it looks terrible. 

We already closed the first claim with our insurance company, who were wonderful, by the way.  We called them back and they said to just wait on filing another claim because there is a huge chance that it's just going to keep leaking until it's fixed.  And we really don't want to keep paying $500 deductibles every few weeks.

To sum it all up, I hate it here, I hate this house and I want OUT.  I am ready to just try for a short sale (surprise, surprise, our condo is worth less than we owe) and get the hell out of here.  I want a house that I can fix myself and not have to rely on anyone else to do it.  I am packing up my living room today so that nothing else gets damaged.  I'm not worried about furniture, just my things with sentimental value.  Everything else can be replaced, but I can't replace old pictures and my things from the wedding.

Lord, give me strength. 

Our Un-Valentine's Day

I'm not sure if I have shared this here before or not, but Matt and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day.  We made that decision at the very beginning of our relationship and have stuck with it.  Neither of us need candy and he hates buying flowers because they die.  Don't get me wrong, I think it's a cute holiday and I happily hang hearts and "XOXO" decor in my home.  But it's weird to us to give gifts to show that we love each other.  But for everyone else who celebrated...I hope you had a Happy Valentine's Day!  Including my parents who had their very first date on Valentine's Day, 35 years ago!  So wild!

But anyway, I asked him if there was anything special that he wanted for dinner and he tells me, "Spaghetti."  Seriously?!  So to go the extra mile to try and make plain old spaghetti more snazzy, I decided to forgo the jar sauce and make my own!  You will laugh at how easy and versatile this is!

You will need:

2 tbsp. olive oil
1 c. chopped onion
2 small yellow squash, sliced into little half moons
1 box frozen broccoli, defrosted
1 28 oz. can crushed tomatoes
1 6 oz. can tomato paste
1 14 oz. can sliced stewed tomatoes (or diced)
Italian Seasoning (I didn't measure this, just sprinkled around the pan a couple of times)
Salt & Pepper to taste

In a large pan, over medium heat, add olive oil and saute onions for about 5 minutes, until tender and translucent.  Then add your squash, cook for about 5 minutes.  Dump in broccoli and all of your canned tomato products (if using sliced stewed tomatoes, break them up a bit with your spoon).  Sprinkle with Italian Seasoning, S&P and simmer for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.  DONE!

Cook what ever pasta you like and serve!  Feel free to change up or omit the vegetables, or add ground beef or sausage (I would cook your meat after the onion step).  This has been the star of my lasagna the last 2 times I've made it!  You can also use fresh herbs too, I just forgot to buy them this time, but basil and parsley are yummy in this sauce :o)

We snuggled for a bit and before he rolled over he whispered in my ear, "Happy Monday, love you..."  Hehe, yes honey, Happy Monday :o)

Ice, It's not so Nice.

Pretty, right?  The way it encases my front porch light...

And glistens so beautifully in the day light.

The way it puddles up in my living room ceiling, and drips down the walls...

(The stain has gotten larger since this picture was taken.)

And last, but certainly not least, has turned the spare room into something completely uninhabitable.

(Hard to see, but that's the pink insulation...soaking wet)

This is what we have been dealing with for the last week.  We just discovered the spare room mess on Sunday.  We packed everything up and are storing everything at Matt's parents house.  The insurance company has been wonderful.  So great to deal with, but unfortunately, nothing can be done until we are thawed out...in how many months?  So we have no idea what the total damage will be.

Had I known that water was going to destroy parts of our house, I would not have taken those first 2 pictures, I would have gotten a hammer and destroyed them.  Honestly, it wouldn't have mattered because there was still ice caked to the whole front of the condo anyway, but it might have made me feel better.

And by the way, we are getting another winter storm today and tomorrow.  Spring...just 47ish days away.  Is that all?  :o\