MOAB

We’re thinking about putting up the Christmas tree early. Maybe next week. It’s the one thing I really enjoy at Christmas and we’re thinking doing it early and having it up longer would keep it from getting too damned depressing around here. We’re only doing for the kid this year. I’m going to be getting his stuff early.

Maybe we’ll wrap some of them and put them under the tree to get him wired. lol We usually put them out on Christmas morning. He’ll probably pop a gasket before Christmas if he has to wait but my favorite son has a need to learn patience.

He’s like his Mother. He has none. lol

The only thing I want this Christmas is for Richard to find a job.

I’m sitting on my ass listening to the free stream from streaming soundtracks while he’s doing math with the wee child.

There are very few benefits… but that is one of the few that I can think of.. him spending more time with the kid. *sigh*

This sucks. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s easy to find a job right now.

If they do they’re lying.

Richard and I spent today playing Star Wars Monopoly for 3 hours. We started playing games hoping the kid would get interested. Meh, no such luck. He ignored us. lol

It was going okay until Darth decided he was going to fill every one of his damn properties with houses.

My last play I ended up on something of his and asked him how much I owed him.

He grinned and said $900.00.

I gave up.

Next time we’re playing Lord of the Rings Monopoly… maybe I’ll have better luck with the elves…

Let’s see. R’s been laid off… since Sept 30. He’s been to one jobs fair last week is going to another one today. He filed for unemployment (which really irked him… he hates having to do it even though it’s there for him) and he’s put out I don’t know how many resumes. So basically we’re in waiting mode. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that he’ll get something soon so that we can use the money he will receive from “The Jerks” to fix the AC in the car, put a better computer together for him, keep the kid in playdoh and pixos, and his other artistic supplies, and R wants to buy me some chairs for my table.

If it happens I’d be thrilled. It would be nice for Christmas to NOT be totally fucked up.

Which brings up something I’ve made a vow never to do again. Last year I made the vow that this Christmas would be better. Right dumbass he gets laid off after I said that. *rolling eyes*

The kid is now one year older. Made him a cake and had ice cream. Bought him 2 presents after explaining we couldn’t do much this year. He seemed happy with what he got. His Aunt is sending a gift certificate for him. She sent him a poster recently, Kung Fu Panda, autographed to him by Jack Black, her son works for the animation team that made the movie. Kinda cool.

R’s got this wild idea that we should collaborate on a book on how to live within your means… saving money. I think it’s because I’ve been on a royal rant about the problems with our country and our economy. That it’s not only greed on wall street. That’s it’s greed on every level of our society. If you can’t afford a home.. rent. If you want something badly save for it. Don’t spend more than you have on hand. Don’t use credit thinking you’ll worry about it when the bill comes due. It’s cheaper to cook at home than to eat out. If you make 50,000.00 a year don’t live like you make 80,000.00 a year. Etc. A book? Right. More like a short booklet. ROFLMAO

We’ve all been sick with some stomach virus/flu thing. I’m the last to have it. It sucks. Enough said. Although I’m back to the weight I was at before all hell broke loose as we prepare for R’s final day next Monday.

Yes, his last week is this week but he has to work MONDAY. *rolling eyes*

Went to the store yesterday and bought a turkey breast on sale. Cooked it today and had sandwiches tonight. Leftovers will be good for lunch, etc. Was stumped what to do with leftover ground beef I had and decided, spur of the moment, to make meatballs. Those are ready to cook tomorrow along with sauce and pasta.

Also made some Kun Pao sauce.. Ming Tsai’s master recipe… look it up. (I probably spelled those wrong, the sauce and his name… I don’t care. Don’t feel like looking it up.) I make a lot of chinese food and it’s really simple to grab the jar out of the fridge and add it. Although when I was done making it I made the mistake of wiping a bit off the whisk as I was putting it in the sink to wash and tasting it. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! It nearly made my head explode it was so hot!!! It was good.. but DAMN!

Pushed myself today trying to make the next few days easier on myself. Oh well. Life pretty much sucks anyway right now. Being sick right now is what I’d expect. lol

All of those people who think they can hunker down and ride this out are insane. I’m a history buff and a weather buff. Watching what is being said about this storm on a local channel the met is trying to get across to people this may be a Cat 2 storm but it could have Cat 4 or Cat 5 storm surge. Jesus. Some are saying it may already be a Cat 3. The kinetic energy in this storm is scaring the shit out of the pros. That is not good.

Still in limbo.

At this point I think half of the country has worked on R’s resume. He worked on the original one that got him the job at the place which shall not be named for now (*spit*). Then someone he sent it to had some suggestions, then his sister, then at a class they had at work he and the teacher worked on it, last night he got an e-mail from someone who supposedly does this professionally and she had changed it yet again. Personally I thought her version looked like shit except for one part. I suggested that he use the one he and the other teacher worked on and change one section inserting her changes for that section. It makes it easier to read for someone in a hurry without it being all crammed together which makes things a pain in the ass to read.

What have I been doing? Collecting plastic rubbermaid containers and slowly packing what we don’t need, cleaning out closets and packing crap that’s in them, and generally trying to lighten our load of shit. It’s amazing how much crap you can collect in almost 10 years. Last weekend we actually cleaned out the two closets in the kids room. Which meant going through baby stuff. It sucked. Severely. Did I mention there were tears? Anyway I sucked it up and boxed up two boxes worth of the stuff and we’re going to put it in the laundry room for anyone who might need it who lives in the complex. R bless his heart even attempted to get rid of some of his books. Then I noticed he was having a hard time. He loves his books. I told him to box the rest up, tape them, label them and forget about it. He relaxed right away. lol I couldn’t say too much considering that I bagged up three LARGE garbage bags of my yarn.

This weekend I work on our room including that god awful walk in closet. Which means going through more books, going through drawers in our dresser getting rid of crap and old clothes that don’t fit, and that closet. Did I mention the closet? I’ve washed every piece of clothing we own and will be putting all of it up except for a weeks worth of clothes for each of us and R’s interview clothes.

All of this is because I need something to do to keep my mind busy or I’d go freaking nuts. I also watched what happened when our neighbor upstairs moved out. She left a ton of crap up there. After she was gone they went in and started tossing it off the balcony and taking it to the trash. I don’t want to do that. I DO intend to leave one thing here. The entertainment center… it’s huge and it’s heavy, really heavy. They can do what they want with it.

I look at all of this like this: IF he gets a job soon we’ll most likely have to move anyway so we’re halfway packed. If he doesn’t and things get bad we’re halfway packed and can still get out of here.

I hope this is settled soon. The stress is so bad that I’m in pain most of the time… doesn’t help my poor aching joints that I’ve been moving stuff but so what? I’m in pain anyway. I only have one thing to ask of anyone who reads this… pray.

Still under the gun. I’m taking it easy as I try and get well. I’m also making lists of things that have to be done as far as packing to move. (I’m doing this with the idea that we’ll be moving to another apartment in town closer to the job he’ll get. Being POSITIVE.) That’s nearly 10 years worth of crap that has to be gone through, sorted, tossed, boxed, bagged, whatever. It’s going to be a huge
job. Richard’s going to work on Joshua’s stuff this weekend. Maybe by then I can work on something small like the two closets and the bathroom.

God help me get better quickly and please let Richard find another job soon.

Scratch the flu. I think it’s bronchitis after reading a description on a site today. Well either way it’s going to lose this fight we’re having. In a week I’ve lost almost 15lbs. Not eating and only drinking water and fluids. Not much Dr Pepper either. (No comments on the next sentence… I know it was bad for me. Leave it alone.) I also no longer smoke. How the hell could I smoke while I was trying to breathe?!?! Crappy week with a crappy ending…

Friday R was given the “notice” letter. Sept 30th will be his last day. While it would be cool for him to find a job right at Sept 30 and end up with the severance pay AND a new job I’d much rather he have a new job period. Screw the severance pay. Unless, God I hope not, we have to have it.

Pray, for the love of God pray, please.

That’s the only thing I can do at this point. Pray and try and get well.

For over a year, nearly 2, we’ve been livng under an immense amount of stress concerning Richard’s job. I think the accumulated stress just kicked my ass. The kid had all the symptoms of a regular cold. Sneezing, etc. He’s fine now. Back to normal.

About 3 days after he started showing symptoms I started sneezing. I thought oh great a cold. I can handle it and it won’t be that bad. Wrong. Richard ended up taking 3 nights off from work to take care of the both of us. I had fever, aching joints and muscles, coughing, sneezing, headache, etc. (I think mine was the flu.) Right now as the subject says I feel as weak as a kitten.

Gah.. be back in a few days. I’m exhausted.