@ScottLawyer is getting better!


The siege of old bad appliances is over! Here’s our new Christmas dishwasher! Read this funny!

It’s gone the old dishwasher is gone!

When the installer from Atlas appliances in Seminole ,Florida, came today it came to this morning I was jumping for joy.

I was not jumping for joy when he removed it and saw a 3 pound pile of sludge beneath it. When my father-in-law built this house he installed the dishwasher that was removed and apparently the rodent that used to live under or does now still live under the cabinets bit the hose and that’s why there was a flood.

So, blame the rat for the flood! A sidenote here, I didn’t directly like taking the old dustpan and broom and pushing all the sludge crap into the dustpan and broom I need to go waste can out to the front of the house where the garbage cans are. It’s a moon thing. Its not scary when you had to do something even scarier earlier in your life.

Trust me even though it’s Christmas post Christmas week and nothing moves in Florida, exterminator is going to get called tomorrow. But even though the cabinets are old and things aren’t the way most people would like them you have to have a board to hold up the side of the cabinet but basically it’s a longer there and other stuff you people who are picky picky picky would not like, I still got a new dishwasher and you have to wash dishes yourselves!

I have been without a dishwasher for almost three long years! This is the last big kitchen appliance that I’ve had to replace before I I have had to replace or will ever replace. I can’t talk about the rest cause I know it’s going to happen and renovation and all that. We’re supposed to be moving in February but I can’t blog about what I know.

Although, I can’t wait to tell everybody what I do know.

Here is the finished product and I put it on sanitizer to wash all dishes that I haven’t really had a chance to wash in a while.

Dem Alabama Senator-elect Jones ? Dumb Bama Bubba can learn… Give him A NY pizza !! He’s smart now!

They don’t like bull crap in Alabama!  Last night was proof ! 


Alabama is like our next-door neighbor when you live in Florida. 

It’s like being next-door to a neighbor that you hear crap going on all the time. The eat different foods than you and you both have another neighbor that with that, well, it’s not nice. 

This is an upset for 45 Trump. Because it’s news, today is the only day you will see me posting something political like this.  

It’s the beginning of the end for Trump. 

I got a word about dumb Bubba. He can learn. He’s not totally stupid up there. 

He drives a truck but when his daughter or somebody like his daughter is attacked, or something else like that, he’s no longer dumb. He’ll run some over with the truck with the big tired. 

My husband said it very well this morning: thank you Alabama! 

I said it better Bubba can learn!

O, the things I would love to write about on here in this blog. But I will save it for other writing avenues in my life. But maybe I won’t. See this.

Our last four years in this house, my hub inherited from my late FIL has not been for the faint of heart or those faint in a marriage.

I’m mature.  I handled it.  I am still here and still married and still winning like a real Wonder Woman.  Eat my shorts and take that and see if you would win too.  But it wasn’t easy to keep positive in the midst of all this.

To my school pals,  if this bothers you.  click off now.  It is supposed to bother you.  But keep your humor while reading this.  I know I’m going to come out ahead in all this.  I know I have to keep a positive attitude.

But then again,  some superficial ladies leave at the drop of a hat because they are superficial and file for divorce at the drop of a hat for much less than what I had to go through here.  When they do,  we take it and take their money and pay for our life, not theirs.  Make sure they are not Catholic because in my eyes their marriage didn’t mean anything anyhow because of what they do.  They would rather spend the 3K on making their life worse and jumping to poverty than making anything work.  It is usually them, but we will take their money.  They can blame the guy all they want but it is usually them.

Our tax bill is paid but we are supposed to be moving. The second in command of the local county we live in called us at 12:54 pm today and told us that the funds had been processed.

Finally.  I just lived through the worst nightmare of my life.  My FIL died in 2013 and left us a serious mess in this house he left us.  Nothing works.  It is in serious need of renovation.

First a message to a “family friend” who may or may not get mad that I am writing this here.   We are supposed to be out of here FEB 28th.  After FEB 1st,  don’t come at all. After that,  my efforts to get you to help is moot and forget it. Mr. D,  get here.  Help us move.  Yes, I wrote that. You know who you are.  Get here. I have been waiting  for you to get here to help my hub and I and this house thing.  It has been a nightmare.  How?  I will tell you later.  Get here. It is more than important that you get here. We need help. I am brave enough to write you this.  I have to do this.   I have a lot of  furniture for you to take.  Bring money. K20.  Yes I wrote that and am sick of this whole post Harry FIL process.  I will tell you what happened when you get here.  This is the only way I can legit write to and you know it is me.   I am brave enough to not care what people think anymore because they are selfish in the first place and don’t really care anyhow.  We almost lost our house.  It was that bad.  Get here.  It is serious. It may be too late if you don’t get here in January to help us with the garage sales we are going to have. 

We are celebrating tonight. Peace on Earth and Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah!

I never thought I would say this but I didn’t think I would survive the last two weeks.  It has been a rollercoaster ride.  That’s why I have not been blogging here .   My HUb has been dealing with a foot wound and had to go to oxygen treatments every day to get it healed.  Diabetes sucks, but I hang in there.  

So after all  “this”  cleaning up of my FIl’s mess and this house,  it is back to filing cases and attempting to finally  finish what I call my “book”.   That is legit.

And I am going  to attempt “normal life and keep my wits about me. ”

I am going to try and enjoy the Holidays somewhat after all this.   There is too much cortisol in my brain after all this mess that we had to clean up.  I need to chill on the beach and finish this writing project, finally before venturing on to other things.

It is going to take a while to come down from all this.   It really is.

And to think we still have to clean out the master bedroom a second time. Because of this house mess,  we are not even using this room.  It is for storage.  The tub was removed by the tub company.  I am going to write this because I can and did.  We filed a suit and they removed it.  I will be in contempt if I say or write anymore here.  But I got them to remove it, those crooks.  I sued that tub company that has Step in its name.  I won.  Not bad eH?   They had to pay to remove it.   And they paid me $$.

And this is going to be the year I will remember as being very assertive and brave.  I did stuff and had to go through stuff I was scared of here.

I know how it ends, but the emotional crap doesn’t make it any easier.

I’m still married  19 years and it ticks me off why some of these women walk away when it gets tough. I didn’t do that.  Losers!  But remember if you do that,  you are not ever going to have anything that is mine because it is mine.  It is not yours.   Don’t be jealous.

One of our nameless female roommates who moved in with us at the beginning of the year left in October because she couldn’t hack the lack of AC all summer long.  Truth is this:  she used to yell, “I want Air Conditioning at the top of her lungs in the 90 degree Florida summer heat.”  She then asked me why I wasn’t filing for divorce. She did that twice to  two guys and ended up homeless after she did that.  I had enough.  I love my hub no matter what.  Spoiled lady.   I asked her to leave and she did leave. But that was after doing a few nasty things to us.  The cops were here when she moved totally out in November.  They were laughing at her, not us.  My loyalty to an ex-roomie only goes so far after I used to feel like my loyalty to my HS pals was high.  No more.  That changed after that.   She burned her bridge and was paid for it.   It was the second time I helped her.   We’re done.  My marriage means more.

So what is wrong with this house?  Why was she moaning and groaning?

Get ready for  the drama that you would have and what I am trying not to have.  Mr or Ms Perfects are going to have a lot of drama when they read this.

There’s no AC or heat.  The condenser was stolen year one, 2015. The whole AC/heat needs to be replaced.    The dishwasher broke.  You cannot use the master suite due to mold.  It has to be cleaned out and stuff needs to be donated and gutted.  There is no shower or tub.  The cabs in the kitchen need replacing.  The sink is slanted.  There’s a leak in the kitchen and you cannot do a lot of dishes there.  We have to do the dishes in the laundry slop sink.  We had to replace the fridge year two, 2016.  We had to replace the stove with a used stove in early 2017.   There’s no tile or wood floor in the living room,  only cement.  The dog wrecked the carpet, but it was going anyhow.  The dog ate the screens in year two 2015.  He broke the screen on the back porch in year one, 2014.  The attic floor has a hole in ceiling.  We had to replace the water heater.    The garage door is on its last leg.  It barely opens.  The back porch ceiling is wilting.

There may be a mouse in the house.  He squeaks at night.  It sounds like a cricket.

One side of the house needs to be cleared and the guy next door needs to fix his fence.  Our front fence gate needs replacing.  And that narrow patch of land needs leveling.  Both sides need clearing of a small amount of brush.

O yeah,  I don’t know what is in the attic.  There are two boxes left from FIL days.  The last three things I got from up there I sold for 20 bucks.  There’s still two more boxes I cannot reach.  If anyone wants to come over here and get that, be my guest.  I hope you have long arms because it is back there and near unreachable.

Last check,  I found my MIL’s old wedding dress.  It is torn and not my size.  It is 65 years old.   They died married and it is why I married my hub.  He had a serious marriage role model to follow.

About the only good thing about this house is my red Ikea furniture  office and the big bed I sleep in.  Oh, I also like how close it is to the beach and shopping at Publix our grocery store.  But that is it.

I can hear the superficial ladies bleeping about all this now.  I can hear them running to us other lawyer’s offices to go crazed for “something better”.  Immature la las.

I have a problem with them because they too usually end up worse off because they don’t use their brains and make it work.   I don’t feel sorry for them and almost don’t want to pray for them. I usually do, but don’t want to.  It is prayer with protest and rolling my eyes.   They earn what they get.  They made their choice.  Deal with it.

Exception:  Violent marriages and rape situations we file faster.  Hub does Family Law.

I am thankful we finally got a car now.  It is an old car but it runs from point A to B.

But there is no note on this house and no car note to pay.

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah and I am glad this part of this tax nightmare is over and done with.

Just wait until I get to write about the bottom feeder investor dummies who were calling me and my hub up until the last minute.  They were trying to low ball offer our house.  I called every one of them back and told them that it was paid.  I have no scruples about what I did.  I yelled into the phone and taunted them because they kept harassing me. One was a lawyer and should have known better.

After the receipt was posted online,  I called two  of those freaks back and told him if he shows up in person,  I would have him physically arrested  for trespassing.  Hell,  the bill was paid might as well get the deputies to do their jobs.  But don’t worry no fires will be lit to see if the local FD shows up.

I am not going to be nice anymore in most circumstances like these.  Time to be very assertive and not take anymore crap from anyone. Hey,  Jesus drove the money changers from the temple and this is my version. He told it like it was.   My righteous anger is justified because those people need to go to jail for doing what they do.  Because of this,  I no longer will ever watch HG TV or anything like that.  NO more watching low ball offer people.

Time to go to the beach tomorrow, sometime.  I need to chill.  It is no longer hot and I need that.   People up north,  this is your spring or early fall.   That is our cold season.

Got that ?



Happy Advent 2017 from from pilgrimage to Our Lady Queen of the Universe Basilica Shrine in Orlando, Florida USA Disney area! Florida’s shrine.

This is our first trip to Florida’s shrine in three years!  We meet our marriage group when we go. 

We are thanking God for blessings that we get to stay in our house. The buyer and closing got cancelled .  It worked out. 

I hope but I’ll talk later after it is over. But I owe now.. But later.  

I want to enjoy this. First road trip in a long time . It’s been too long! 

Wake me up when this house nightmare is over… Here’s why! 

I’m gonna hang in there , but it has been a long long four long years. 

I’ll be blatant about it.  Money talks … 

We have no mortgage,  but judge all you want all these repairs have been a hassle.  It’s too much of a hassle. Our house is a tax money pit. 

We have a contract and are supposed to close Monday, Dec. 4. 

How not to be a spoiled arching my back wife brat at 54 years old when things go wrong in life.  

**Warning : this will be offensive to some , but it’s time to grow up beyond  middle school and petty behavior !  Consider it! 


I am at the doc’s office now sitting here waiting for my hub’s treatment to be over.  I took a vow for better or worse. I meant it with no one looking. 

I have his wedding ring and they made me sit in the lobby because this treatment  doesn’t allow him to wear it .  No metal in there . 

I’m tough and we endure this.  

This is unlike some who don’t and prefer whining and leave . Mmmm they believe people are disposable and no pain. They are superficial and bother me as nauseum in a weird way. They bother me. 

So I was waiting. 

So I was sitting between this older couple married 50 years . I’m married almost 20 years next May. If they can do it , me too. 

Scott is getting a  very involved treatment for his foot . It’s a couple hours long for every day to endure with maturity. No one watching and no family but me. My hub is still in there , so maybe I should be acceptable to  the toxic mamas and arch my back and stomp my feet like a junior high valley girl 2 year old  wimp brat when I don’t get my way like they do. 


Their Daddy failed them and never sent them to time out . Their Mommy did the same thing and that’s why they act like they do. Divorce is a disease passed on. 

But after all we’ve been through these last 5 years with our house and all maybe I should be “acceptable” to those with no faith and no connections or social skills. They give up and talk about their husbands behind their backs.  

Jerk is a common word I would never use. 

They –many  have unrealistic bratty expectations and whine when there’s no air conditioning . Pain? The brats leave with “happy jerk low brain despair.” Their complaints are about him, but self projection is their real problem.  

We had a Roomie like that. She left  4 weeks ago because she could not handle our endurance and intensity of what we have.  She’s twice divorced.  

I squint and wonder and try to understand them . I can’t . I try but can’t . 

My Dad never allowed bratty behavior or  winey vocals about what I should shut up and endure and “be mature”.  “It’s part of life”, he’d say. “Get over it because it makes you better.” 

These folks never learned this. 

Um, I’m still here waits and he’ll be done soon. 

Attention all other real estate fools: we have a contract on our house stay away from our front door or get arrested. We mean it … 

Why do they  come? 

Perps … Trying to shister us… 

Btw … Watch how we get to ugh … More later … I know this 


Ok ,  we had enough of our house and all the house repairs and $7200 owed in taxes. Unless there’s  a miracle by  this weekend, we have a contract and are supposed to be moving . I’m expecting ugh lAter .., 

Where have I been? Two cams and we may be moving or not ?!  Tub out ! ? 

Where have I been? Anybody who reads this but say I have not been blogging in a while.  

I have reasons for this . I do. 

The house nightmare is almost over. We have a contract on the house. We are supposed to close in December.  It’s about  the taxes, really.  And it’s about all the repairs ! 

My husband has not been feeling well his diabetes got the best of him and another foot sore so he’s been getting therapy for that. That continues. It is very involved .  

Due to the fact that I cannot really seriously talk about what has 

happened in our master bathroom.  But here’s a picture anyhow.  We went to court about that. 

We went to court and we went to mediation about this but a picture is worth 1000 words. 

In the shooting of this picture, I named no names. Repeat I name no one. But I will is soon as the statute of when I cannot talk is over.  It w as a fight though . 

And yes we’ve had two attempts and having a garage sales. I never put this sign out because my helpers haven’t showed or get “busy”.  

That’s what . I’m getting impatient. Waiting sucks. 

Got that?  

We wash dishes in the laundry sink because there’s a leak in the kitchen. 

Ahhh.. remember the reason why we can’t use our other toilet in our house? We came we saw and well… ahem cough cough I’ll tell you this asshole story in the future.

stay tuned……………………….

I have to wait until the cough cough wears out on this one.

But you all know all the crocked crooked people who try and rip off Grandma and grandpas in Florida.



Four years later… Harry Stark, my FIL has been gone that long. Here are our thoughts about this.

It has been the house that ate our lives.   Harry my FIL  has been gone for four years since November 2013.

I don’t talk about this that often here. But hub and I have chosen to  at least think about moving on from all this.   We need to sell and move on and take ourselves and our marriage  away from here. 

Harry’s house as I like to call it has toxic’d itself in and almost out of our lives.  There are way too many repairs and well,  we have  a somebody next door that has made it difficult due to being compulsive OCD about trimming palm trees. This is only the light of it.  

We are still dealing with him being gone.  And we are overwhelmed with “it”.

It is after Irma and we fared well but  we are going to have to sell. 

Fine with me.  We hope to be out before Christmas,  a present to my marriage. We cannot afford to stay.

This is one hazard of living here.

Sorry Harry. We tried.  Loosing you and being discouraged do not mix.

They do not mix.



#Irma. How did we do here? My report… 

I’m off today. It’s almost two days later and we got through this scare.  

It’s like a blizzard day up north. But we have no snow. It’s hot. 

It was a serious amount of wind. I didn’t go “overkill” and board the house up. I laughed at those who did. 

It came at midnight on Monday . The power went out and the underground transformers blew up for a fireworks show. 

Then I could only hold my hub’s hand and lean on him.  It was 2 or 3 am and with no AC it was hot. I peeked it open and could breathe finally.  The wind was bad but we could breathe. 

By that time, it was down to about 50mph.  Then we heard crack and saw this with flashlights.