Trailer Trashtastic

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I know that nearly every time I finally get around to posting on Trailer Trashtastic I start with a big fat apology for why I’ve largely abandoned this blog… this time isn’t much different but I’m feeling the need to blather on awhile about my reasons.

Obviously Sugar Dish Me keeps me busy. New posts go up there 4 or 5 days a week and my forays into web design/monetization are pretty time consuming. That doesn’t include all the hours I spend in the kitchen. You understand that excuse, right? It’s a pretty good one, I think.

But lately I’m really frustrated..

When I launched Trailer Trashtastic I was pretty excited to try to morph this itty bitty living space into something tolerable while we save up to move into a much happier, permanant, and larger place… preferably one that isn’t mobile. I still have a brain full of ideas and things that I’d like to do “if”, but the “if” is my biggest problem. I am COMPLETELY OVER living in this trailer. My family is rapidly outgrowing the limited space.

The boys are bigger every day and their room is small. Small would be fine, but there’s barely room for two beds and a dresser in there, much less all the toys and things that little boys need. I’ve been looking into purchasing a bed like this.twin over full bunk bed with storage
It would totally help with the space issue in their room, I think, but it’s kind of an investment. And when we move into an actual HOUSE where they can have their own rooms, I’ll have to purchase another bed and then deal with the argumentative aftermath. Who keeps this bed? Who gets the new bed? Blah Blah Blah. Let’s not forget the mattresses that will need to be purchased in addition to the beds. The moral of the story is that this option ain’t cheap.

So I’ve been putting it off.

I’d also like to buy the boys new bedding. They’re bigger now. It’s about time. But bedding has to fit the bed and since I’m up in the air about beds and mattresses, then bedding is in the same boat.

See? Frustrating.

Add to our limited space the fact that we have NO outdoor storage. Which, in retrospect, seems sort of weird since our landlords require us to handle all the yard upkeep. The lawnmower lives under a cover locked to our back porch. So do the bikes (and they are a little weather-worn from all the year-round outside exposure). But the most gimantico problem that having negative outdoor storage when you co-habitate with a fella like Chad is that he has LOTS of things that belong outside.

But they are inside.

Tools to work on the rail buggy. Tools to work on the car. rail buggyTools to put together and take apart all the remote control cars he and Evan have amassed. The pepper plant stuff that went from hobby to obsession rather quickly. Workout gear to infinity. Parts and pieces to ehvureeething ever. And let’s not forget the at least 5 computer towers that live in my bedroom closet.

Please don’t misunderstand me here… I wouldn’t dare complain because my guy can seriously fix anything… I know I am very fortunate. But there is nowhere to put all the fix-it stuff and it gets in my little corners of our home and I always feel like my whole entire space is invaded with boy and sometimes it make me pretty crazy. Like right now.

Frustration #4,287: Norma Jean.

Ohhhhh my kitty… who would have ever thought I could develop such serious affection for a cat? Not me, that’s for sure. But Norma Kitty Jean is special. my danger kittyAnd she’s actually not supposed to be here. A little over 3 years ago when I moved in, the terms were NO PETS. But when we found Miss Norma in our yard, nearly starved, in the dark, so teeny tiny she fit in one of my hands, and was basically just waiting to be eaten by an owl, we just HAD to bring her in and give her some love.

She’s been my faithful and annoying companion ever since. I love this crazy cat. So I ignore the No Pet clause because did they really expect me to leave her out there to die?!!! If I were the property owner, I would evict my tenants for NOT saving a tiny kitty. Not the other way around.

Since we are essentially not supposed to have Norma, I have to do stupid things like hide out in the bedroom with my girl when repairs to our home are being made (we recently had a water leak under the house). It’s probably only a matter of time before we are found out.

So while we’re on the topic of animals, those of you that follow at Sugar Dish Me will know about the puppy that visited our house on New Year’s Eve. If you need to catch up, you can find that article HERE. Anyway, that little puppy has been out in the rain, the cold, and the dark on my neighbors’ porch since they thanklessly retrieved her from me. She has no shelter. And whenever I walk out my back door she pleads at me with these sad eyes. She also told me she hates them. They ignore her.

Usually I try to be kind of politically correct when writing about real life people around me, because WHAT IF they stumbled upon this written word and then freaked out, right? But not this time. My neighbors are total dirtbags. And I’m not okay with the whole puppy situation. Take care of your pets!!!! Because if you don’t then you’re a dirtbag. ‘Nuff said.

Let’s add energy inefficiency to my list of trailer gripes… we can’t keep it warm or cold in here to save our lives. I’ve lived in houses 3 times this size and the power bill was 1/3 less. I’m pretty sure there isn’t any insulation anywhere. So our cheap rent is wasted on an outrageous power bill.

I’ve also decided that socially & culturally this area is just not for me. I’ve had a hard time with this aspect since I moved out here, and it has really isolated me. When I was single with my 2 little guys, no one took me seriously about ANYTHING. When I made a million and one phone calls to find housing before I settled on this place everyone kept asking where my husband was? They all acted like it was completely unfathomable for a woman to take care of herself. They really didn’t want to talk to me. I had to go way above and beyond to prove myself. It was ridiculous, and after growing up in a city (not even a large city!) it sort of blew my mind.

I can’t get used to the idea that everyone needs to ask me who my parents are? Or when they want to know the origin of my last name because they’ve never heard it before (they are looking for a COUNTY of local origin, not a genealogical family history). They do the same thing to Chad whose father wasn’t from this area and I think he’s been offering up these explanations his whole life. The teachers question my children. It’s weird. wine Family names have a whole other meaning here. It bothered me TREMENDOUSLY that the entire community assumed that the crabby old man I used to work for was my dad just because I worked there.

There are no decent restaurants. We have only one super lame movie theater. The mall is definitely close to closing up completely. The “international” aisle in my grocery store consists of a few cans of refried beans and a bottle of soy sauce. There is no art. No theater. Nothing inspiring. Everything closes at 9; 10 if you’re lucky. This is a dry county. That’s right. Buying and selling alcohol is illegal. Prohibition is alive and well in 2013.

But perhaps what’s been most disturbing for me out here is that racism and homophobia are socially acceptable ways to be. That’s not okay for me and my children. And it’s never gonna be.

All of my moaning and groaning is to say that I’m fed up. I feel done with a mobile home. I’m antsy to plant my feet somewhere that feels more like a HOME, even if it’s only temporary. I can’t move my boys in the middle of the school year, though, so in the meantime we are searching. Trying to find someplace we fit. Hoping to find somewhere to be.


Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

January 14, 2013 at 1:52 am

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  1. I wish you’d bring Sugar Dish Me to WordPress so i can reblog your delicious recipes on my blog.

    Jueseppi B.

    January 14, 2013 at 2:05 am

    • Awwww Thanks! I used to host Sugar Dish Me on but moved it to this past fall. Feel free to share links & I’d love it if you’d subscribe… I really appreciate the compliment!

      Heather @ SugarDish(Me)

      January 14, 2013 at 2:17 am

      • Let me go subscribe now…I love your Trailer Trashtastic blog….and I wish I could just reblog your recipes…but I’ll always like your sense of humor and culinary expertise.

        Jueseppi B.

        January 14, 2013 at 2:33 am

  2. […] 4. After months and months I finally put a new post up at Trailer Trashtastic. I got pretty real with it. It feels good to be a little more uncensored and honest. If you feel like delving into it, you can find it HERE. […]

  3. Heather, I can totally relate to your pain over the trailer. My crappy apartment has A LOT in common with it, including the total absence of insulation and resulting higher utility bills. Yesterday, as I was taking advantage of the warmer weather to whack back weeds that were literally crowding the steps/stoop of my apartment, I got read the riot act by a nosy neighbor about cutting things off the fence of another neighbor AND I accidentally cut through the coolant line for my AC because the weeds/vines had totally engulfed all the EXPOSED pipes/hoses/lines that dangle off the side of the house where they were left when the slumlord I rent from took the cheapest way out of previous situations (that shit totally does not meet code, and this apartment is without question not up to code requirements for human habitation). Since it was warm yesterday and the apartment is like a tin can, I trimmed myself right into a very hot afternoon and evening (it was over 80 degrees in here). Slumlord may or may not repair it, may or may not charge me for it, and I am TOTALLY over it. I am thinking of looking for another place and ceasing to pay rent here for the next two months then taking off and letting him keep his deposit (can you believe I had to pay a double deposit for this dive?). By the time he gets ready to evict me I’ll be gone, and he’s definitely too cheap to take me to small claims court over the lease. Having been a homeowner and a landlord, I know I have the pictures and emails to totally trump anything he has for me. I can afford another place, but barely. Moving is a total pain, and I’m ticked off that after the work I’ve put into making this place tolerable he won’t do anything to help with the utility bills, like lay a single layer of insulation in the attic (it’s only 500 sq ft), or insulate my exposed hot water line so I have hot water on cold days. Yep, I feel your pain. I don’t have any good advice about next steps. All I can say is that I am still sitting here complaining because ultimately it is a huge inconvenience for me to move and it will stretch my budget to the absolute max. I am trying to be patient and grateful that I have a place and make the best of it. Some days I cannot be consoled 😦 S.


    January 14, 2013 at 12:24 pm

  4. I smuggled Esme into my apartment, too. Totally worth it!


    January 14, 2013 at 5:44 pm

    • Agreed! But I keep trying to explain to Norma that sitting in the kitchen window is NOT the most stealthy place to perch when we need to keep her existence on the dl… she disagrees I think.

      Heather @ SugarDish(Me)

      January 14, 2013 at 6:05 pm

  5. Move to Madrid! Aw, joking aside I really feel for you at the moment, from what you describe I would be going absolutely mental there, not least because of people’s attitudes – never mind the early closing and lack of culture. It really sounds like the beds need to stay on hold and the Great Heather House Hunt of 2013 should commence (as knackering, unrewarding, time consuming, frustrating and difficult as it may be…it would be worth it in the end!) Well that’s just my 2 cents worth (to coin an american phrase sepcially for you…and did you see what I did there “coin” – aaah, I m too funny sometimes!) but keep us posted and keep gritting your teeth, smiling through it and dealing with the chaos (because seriously, you seem above and beyond normal abilities at doing that!)xx


    January 14, 2013 at 8:14 pm

  6. You should talk to Chad about moving…your neighbors SUCK and Norma is too cute to hide and the boys will only keep growing…perhaps it’s time!!! lol Go for it girl!!! You only live once!!!


    January 15, 2013 at 4:10 am

  7. I am still sad about the puppy. That business makes me angry. Would they take Girl Scout cookies as payment for the dog? When you leave, the dog should accidentally hide in your car. Poor thing.


    January 17, 2013 at 7:47 pm

    • I completely agree! This week I’m extra worried because the puppy keeps getting in their garbage because duh, she’s outside all alone and she’s bored to death and she keeps getting rained on!! So I’m so stressed out that they will be mean to her or take her to the pound because they don’t wanna deal with her. Clearly they are morons.

      Heather @ SugarDish(Me)

      January 17, 2013 at 8:53 pm

      • Yes. Mean morons. They do not deserve a cute puppy.


        January 18, 2013 at 12:34 am

  8. Most places say no pets but they look the other way on the rule breakers. We are limited to two pets and we had three until Joe died. If they ever confront you, be brave and say if the cat goes, I go. Chances are they will let you keep the cat. Cats don’t do nearly as much damage as dogs, particularly big dogs. And after all they got your security deposit so…..

    John McCommas

    March 16, 2013 at 8:17 pm

    • Since I wrote this post, we started house shopping, acquired a dog, okayed it with the landlords… and they still don’t know about the cat. Unless they read this obviously. There is a definite difference between responsible pet owners and irresponsible pet owners. Our lanlords live just across the way so they should definitely be able to see that we are responsible! Thanks for commenting! Sorry about Joe… If they ousted Norma Jean they’d have to watch me go with her for sure. I’m totally with you on that!!

      Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

      March 18, 2013 at 12:29 am

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