Too Much Perfection?

I know I've been focusing on the negative too much lately, so I thought I would discuss the bright side of DH being laid off.

1. The litter boxes have been cleaned daily.
2. The kitchen floor has been mopped.
3. Laundry has been folded and put away.
4. Floors are vacuumed.
5. All dishes are washed.
6. Sheets on the bed have been changed.
7. Bed has been made daily.
8. Critters have been fed by someone other than me.
9. Dinner has been made by someone other than me.
10.DH has been the one chasing the wutz around.

So yeah, there's definitely a small silver lining. For now.

One of my biggest fears is being at someone else's mercy. I hate hospitals for that reason. The thought of doctors potentially having a final say in something freaks me out. If I'm told to read a book, I'll immediately hate it just because I am being forced to read it. The list goes on and on. I guess I have always been a bit of a rebel.

So, it is understandable, I suppose, that I hate this out of control turn that my our life has taken. It is the suck. I hate sitting and waiting and feeling helpless.

Blah.

You Are a Playwright

You are a highly literate wordsmith. You love both reading and writing. You are also a natural storyteller. You can turn a mediocre anecdote into a riveting tale. You find people and all aspects of life fascinating. No topic is off limits for you. In modern times, you would make a good filmmaker or novelist.

We trudged down to the Unemployment office this morning. Fun fun. Only to find out that DH has to file for unemployment in the state he had been working in. Which is NOT the state we live in. The financial difference between the two states means that we'll receive $220 less per month. That sucks.

Georgia calls their program Unemployment Insurance. Florida calls theirs Unemployment Compensation.

F U C -- it really is appropriate, although missing one letter to make it perfect.


~sigh~

Anyways, I think DH is all filed in both states, so it is a start at least. He also dropped off his resume to one architect firm in town and additionally, he emailed the resume to a couple of his friends in the same field.

Fingers and toes crossed.

The stark realization of a HUGE pay cut makes me sick, but at this point the way the economy is at the moment, I just hope he can get his foot in the door someplace soon.

DH and I went to church this morning. Because DH was responding to emails this morning in hopes of making some job contacts, we were just a couple of minutes late. As we slinked into our seats and sat down, the opening comments were already being mad and once I realized what the topic was, I could just feel all the blood draining from my face.

Apparently, my church was celebrating Sanctity of Life Day. This is the day chosen to praise life and also, it seemed, to point out how wrong abortion is, etc etc. As tears began to stream down my cheeks and my shoulders shook in silent sobs, it occurred to me that I must look like one of three things:
1. I really agreed what was being said, to the point of being emotionally overcome by it.
2. I was suffering the effects of abortion backlash in some way.
3. I'd simply lost my ever-loving mind.

While option number three is not far off the mark, it was actually none of the above. Personally, I am pro-choice. Abortion would not be my choice, but I am absolutely pro-choice. But I digress.

The reason I was having an absolute and total meltdown was because the talk about babies (and the newborn nestled in his mother's arms in the pew behind me) suddenly and resoundingly drove home the fact that I would not be having another child any time soon.

So for an hour and a half, I mourned a child I'd never even conceived. I mourned the child we had planned for the past year. I mourned the child I have spent the past three months preparing my body to carry.

It seems silly to mourn the loss of something I never had. But even now, I do.

DH was laid off his job yesterday afternoon. He now joins the masses that have been laid off thanks to the failing economy. Unfortunately, his job depends largely on state budgets and with all the cutbacks, his company had slowed as well. Nor was it aided any by greedy souls in charge of the company. But that's all I'll say about that for now.

So right now we are both very afraid of what will happen. I know it is too early to entirely freak the fuck out, but it is sort of impossible not to do so. We are facing the stark realization that finding a job at the same pay is going to be an impossible task.

Simply put, I don't know what we are going to do. And I'm afraid.

I stole this from Major Bedhead. It originally came from IllDoctrine.


Brilliant

"Y'all be careful."

Is that a threat to you?

As someone from a definite southern upbringing, it is a statement that I've heard more times than I could even count. Parents say it. Friends say it. Complete strangers say it. I'm so used to it, I barely even hear it when it is spoken. It is that commonplace down here. So, I'd never see it as a threat. Veiled or otherwise.

But apparently, the American Idol judges view it differently. When Mark Mudd made that farewell to them, the judges immediately started posturing about how Mr. Mudd was threatening them.

Yeah. Right.

If they believe that "Y'all be careful" isn't said in any way but as a threat, then they should come down here for a day. I'm sure they'd figure out just how often it is actually said.



Well... on second thought, I don't want them down here anyways. So, nevermind.

Awesome to watch!

Amazing!

History has been made and I'm thrilled.

If you were one of perhaps five people that missed it, you can go here for the text of President Obama's inaugural speech.

It is amazing how much of that dream is going to come true tomorrow!

What kind of horse are you?

This past year was, obviously, the first year that the wutz began to grasp the concept of Christmas. He still doesn't quite get the true meaning of the season, but he's got the whole Santa thing nailed.

In fact, I believe it made a pretty big impression, since we are half way through January and he's still talking about it.

He was playing with a toy train that he got for Christmas and as he was pushing it around he said, "MERRY CHRISTMAS! And a Happy New You!"

I know we've all high hopes for the new year, but he's wishing me a new you?!?

Since I'm still sick and I haven't slept worth a damn in almost two weeks, I'm a bit bitchy.

So here are a few things that annoy me to no end:

1. People trying to diagnose me. If you aren't a doctor... just shoosh.

2. Being touched when I'm trying to sleep. I don't mean in a sexual way. I don't even want a fingertip against me.

3. Being touched in general when I'm sick. Back. Off.

4. Drivers that wait until they can see the whites of my eyes before pulling out in front of me.

5. Then proceed to drive 30 miles below the posted speed limit.

6. Vegetables. Seriously.

7. Barking dogs.

8. Cold weather.

9. Telemarketers.

10. Politicians.

11. Getting gnawed on for something I didn't do.

12. Insomnia.

13. Being required to pay a $130 registration fee to a school the wutz already attends.

14. Subtitled movies.

15. Cashiers that ignore the wutz when he chirps, "Thank you!" to them. Which he always does.

16. Webpages that are NEVER updated.

17. Insurance! Car, health... it doesn't matter. It's all criminal in my book.

18. My favorite television shows being cancelled. (It seems to happen all the time now!)

19. LOST

20. Reality shows.

21. Tweens and teenagers with their thong showing. WTF wants to see that?!? At any age, really.

22. Cartoons. So sick of them.

23. Parenting from the sofa. Get. Off. Your. Ass.

24. Cleaning litter boxes.

25. Folding clothes.

26. Anyone that pees on the toilet seat. Just gross.

27. Commercials.

28. Those little ads and banners at the bottom of the television screen. Who thought blocking my television show was a good idea?

29. People eating popcorn near me at the movies.

30. Sarah Palin.


Alright, there's definitely more, but I think that's enough for now!

That's what I've got for both of you dear readers today.

Nada.

Zip.

Zilch.

Nothing.


Sorry. I'm still feeling like a truck hit me, so I'm going to take a break. Again. But first I must deeply apologize for all the video blogs I've been doing lately. I know it is lazy. But hey, I am lazy.

Years ago, right out of High School, I worked in sales for a small company. The owner of the company was a wirey little 'possum looking man that was nothing short of a misogynistic asshole. That that's putting it politely.

My time working there was not a pleasant experience. The place was disgusting and he was a belligerent prick on a continual basis. He had been divorced numerous times and his hate for women ran so deep he began dating men. Which is fine and dandy, but the reasoning behind it was so bizarre I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

Oh, and the calls to bail him out of jail were frequent at the office. In other words, the guy was a real class act, if you haven't figured it out by now.

Finally, after taking all I could I threw my key at him and quit. It was one of the best things I've ever done.

Then about a week ago, when the police apparently went to his home because of a complaint. While there, they supposedly found child pornography displayed on his computer. They confiscated two computers for further investigation.

Fast forward to yesterday, apparently the police returned to his home. It was then that he refused to be taken into custody. He went to his back porch, sat down, and put a bullet in his brain.

The world is short one disgusting scumbag and I am grateful. Yes, I know that's harsh. Probably one of the harshest things I've ever said and I don't feel bad about it at all.

Rot in hell, Martin.

The Evolution of Dance:

One of my all time favorite songs, Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner by Warren Zevon.




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I am so sick of seeing those pink oval VP stickers that have Palin running vertically down the P. I probably see 50 of them a day on my way to work and again on my way home. They are everywhere down here. I thought they were obnoxious enough during the campaign, but now that the election is over and we are days away from the inauguration, it is just time to let it go.

Same goes to all of the people out there with the SARAH! stickers and the McCain/Palin ones, too.

If it is a matter of laziness, let me know. I'll come right over and scrape those suckers right off for you.

I'm just kind and generous that way.

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So, I found this nifty little quiz after talking with a friend about ADD. The first time I took the quiz, I scored a whopping 102. I'm pretty sure that those that know me are hardly surprised at that, though.

This morning I took the quiz again, just so I could claim the neat little graphic proclaiming how screwed up I am. I answered a little bit more moderately and this was my result:

Results of your
Attention Deficit Disorder Quiz

You scored a total of 98

It is highly likely that you are presently suffering from adult attention deficit disorder, according to your responses on this self-report questionnaire. You should not take this as a diagnosis of any sort, or a recommendation for treatment. However, it would be advisable and likely beneficial for you to seek further diagnosis from a trained mental health professional immediately.


I think I'll take a pass on the immediate help suggestion. I have survived nearly 32 years as I am. Glad to know I now have a new label to pin all my quirks on, though!

Okay, I don't actually hate work. I love my job. It's a great job. But I do hate coming back and having to get into the swing of things again after having two weeks of do-nothing.

And not only did I have to get back into the groove of things, it seems like the other people I depend on to get information to me came unslapped this morning. Nothing I needed was where it needed to be.

Ugh.

I know this may seem a bit belated, but it isn't really. Today marks the last day of my holidays. I had Christmas week off, then DH had New Years week off. Basically, we swapped it off so no one else would have to babysit the wutz. It worked well and it helped really stretch out our holiday. But it is all coming to an end.

While I do not miss the lines, the shopping, the bleeding of money, or the crowds, I do miss the family, the magic of Christmas, and the excitement of ushering in the New Year.

So tomorrow, I haul the wutz to school, then I drag my sorry ass back to the office and return to doing the work that I enjoyed not having to deal with for two whole weeks.

~sigh~

Is it vacation time yet?

Zeroes!

Fun Meme

One word, and only one word, so here goes!

Yourself: independent
Your partner: amazing
Your hair: curly
Your Mother: opinionated
Your Father: awesome
Your Favorite Item: laptop
Your dream last night: none
Your Favorite Drink: Coke
Your Dream Car: Truck
Your Dream Home: Paid
The Room You Are In: Den
Your Ex: Loser
Your fear: snakes
Where you Want to be in Ten Years? healthy
Who you hung out with last night: DH
What You're Not: Extroverted
Muffins: Blueberry
One of Your Wish List Items: Money
Time: Flies
The Last Thing You Did: E-mailed
What You Are Wearing: PJs
Your favorite weather: Warm
Your Favorite Book: Kushiel's
Last thing you ate: Lunch
Your Life: Wonderful
Your mood: lazy
Your Best Friends: important
What are you thinking about right now: myself
Your car: Expedition
What are you doing at the moment: blogging
Your summer: Busy
Relationship status: Married
What is on your tv: movie
What is the weather like: perfect
When is the last time you laughed: today

Lisa, the very awesome One-Hip-Mom, e-mailed me 5 questions that I will answer.

Here they are:

How did the Wutz get his nickname?
My Dad is from Pennsylvania and much of my family is Penn/Dutch and for them wutz means a little pig. So my Dad is the one that dubbed Colter "the wutz" because he was such a chubby baby.

How old were you when you got married? Do you feel it was too young?
I was three weeks from my 21st birthday when I got married. I was probably too young, but I do not regret it. It has been wonderful.

If you could meet one Twilight star, who would it be and why?
Of the Twilight Saga characters, it'd be Edward, hands down! Dazzle me, dammit! Of the movie stars, Kellen Lutz (Emmett) because he is so freaking hot. Obviously.

Are you working on number two yet?
Not yet, but we are in the stage where we are beginning to discuss it. There are days when I'd love to have another, and then there are days when I think it would be an insane venture.

Does Colter’s name have anything to do with your love of horses?
Yes. DH picked it out. He liked it and though I liked a another name, we decided to go with his choice. Mainly because I have a girl name picked out and if we ever have a girl he is simply not going to get a say in the matter!


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2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
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Happy New Year!














I made it. Now I'm going to bed.