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- Other drivers make me:amused
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| Altogether now: Hi,Seraphim!" - Landmarks:politics
- Driving in:44129
- Other drivers make me:amused
- Today's Roadtrip Soundtrack:basketball game analysis in the other room
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| Happy Mother's Day, to all my favorite moms! | |
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|  Created by OnePlusYou - Free Online Dating In my defense, I've only had one cup of coffee today, and several cups of tea...- Landmarks:funny stuff, quizzes
- Driving in:here
- Other drivers make me:amused
- Today's Roadtrip Soundtrack:it's quiet...too quiet....
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| A good cook is a sorceress who dispenses happiness.
- Elsa Schiapirelli
And I love to make yummy magic...:)
So, yeah, I'm still here. Life has been crazy. We're suished into this house with my folks, and all I want to do is move out again before I scream, smack my parents, or strangle my sister. I never really realized how toxic this place is when you live here for a good chunk of time. Even the house feel like it's oozing bad vibes from the walls. Ugh.
We're waiting on two things- this year's tax refund, and the hubby landing a stable job. He had a job with the Step2 toy company, but it was filling molds on 3rd shift 12 hours a shift. And they had this weird schedule of shifts- 3 on 2 off 2 on 3 off what have you- that was so intricate they actually plotted out the shifts for the entire year. Made plannig for days out easier, but it was a rough job, and he would come home coated in the plasctic dust they used. Bleh. He quit that job when the temp agency found him another one in a warehouse, doing stuff he had been doing at his last job in Texas. That only lasted a couple of weeks because the people running the 2nd shift were morons, never let him do anything, and then called him "slow". Idiots never gave him a chance to work.
Fortunately, he not only has an actual job lined up (starts on Monday), he also has an interview on Monday for 2 positions at another company. So things are looking up. Hopefully, too, state assistance will come through for us. That would make things even easier.
Speaking of money and getting it...I've had an idea rattling around in my brain. I'd like to incorporate more pagan-y decor into our decorating scheme when we finally get a place.One thing I haven't seen (although to be honest I haven't looked to hard) is kitchen-witch type decor. I was thinking, maybe I could brush off my basic craft skills and maybe make some wall plaques with kitchen witchy kind of sayings on them, like the one at the start of this entry. Maybe I could pick up a few exra bucks that way. I'd like to do something to help stretch the finances that wouldn't take me away from the kids. Another idea banging in my head is to go to the local community college and get a baking certificate. It would only take about a year, it relatively inexpensive (compared to some other programs), it would help me get a job doing something I'm pretty good at, and the credits could be applied to the expanded program if I decided to go back. Of course, we're back to getting money for that. Oi.
To end on a completely unrelated note- I came back for snow, I'm getting snow...I think I've had about enough snow for the year, thank you very much. Although watching the hubby struggle through ass-deep snowdrifts just to get to the cigarrettes in the car was definitely a high point. :D
Until next time...
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| Once upon a time, I did not live in a desert filled with drunken cowboys and fast-food workers who could barely understand my order for a burger and fries spoken in English. I lived in in a lush, mature urban jungle, with actual definable seasons and a bus system that could take me just about anywhere my little footloose heart desired. I speak of course of Cleveland, where the football team sucks (but we still love 'em!), the steel-mills used to belch smoke, and where the river once, honest-to-gods, caught on fire. And I was reasonably happy.
Alas and alack, such reasonable happiness was not to last. I moved out of my parents' house for the second time in February of 2001, and by May I had lost my job and was on the verge of losing my apartment (for various reasons, the primary one being that I was a sap and had been letting a few people mooch off of my kindness). It was at this time that one of my friends (the lovely ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tenchan, as a matter of fact) approached me with a proposition- no not that kind of proposition!
Her idea- she, me, and one of the moochers (a guy I had met only a couple of weeks before) leave our cares behind and ride off into the sunset- a Texas sunset. She would drop me and this guy off with his brother in Dallas, and she would continue onto middle of nowhere, West Texas, to move in with a guy she knew from a RPG site. In our defense, we were 20, our actions are covered under the "young and dumb" clause.
So I finagled some money out of my trust fund, packed up a few items, left the moochers to free range in my apartment, and took off to parts unknown- without telling my folks. (Please refer back to the "young and dumb" thing I mentioned earlier...)
Six years, one husband, and 2 kids later (and yes I did tell my folks where I went- three months after I got to Texas, but I did finally call them), and I find myself facing a familiar situation- except the job is DH's, has not been lost yet, but it is in question, and a whole week goes by before the matter is resolved. This is the week of Halloween, and my mom has sent us a package from my grandma, full of Halloween goodies, that we pick up and gleefully pick through on Saturday.
Sunday I call my mom to assure her that yes, we recieved the package, it just took us awhile to retrieve it from the office, and she and I trade updates and chat. She expresses a dearly, long held wish that we move back to Ohio. I reassure her that this is something DH and I plan on at some point in the future. This has been a recurrent theme in our conversations ever since I told her where I ran off to. This time, she also adds in that now is a good time to move, before the Small Angel starts school. And that she and my dad could help out, giving us a place to stay, helping to find jobs, etc. Later, I recap the phone call to my hubby, mentioning the usual expressed wish, and hubby agrees that someday, we'll move back North...
(Can you guess where this is going?)
Monday, my hubby comes home from work, and announces he is not fired, the hold-up of info on his status was simply due to a paper that needed to be pushed along not being so. Then he asks if I want to move to Ohio, like, now. It so happens that the uncertainty over his job had got him to thinking, that maybe this was the push he needed to get out of this job and find something better. He says if my parents could help, we could move back. I feel compelled to ask him a couple of times that night if he is really sure he wants to leave Texas, since his mom and dad, and his brother are here. He reassures me that yes, this is what he wants and he is committed to this idea.
Tuesday, I call my mom and ask her if she wants to take in four wandering vagabonds. She spends the next half-hour telling me how happy we've made her.
My dad is flying down on the 30th to drive the truck back up. The four of us will pile into the car and retrace the path my husband and I traversed, separately, many moons ago. I'm sorting out furniture and stuff we will take and leave behind. The Small One is getting into everything. The baby senses something big is happening and won't let me put him down for more than a few minutes. I'm overwhelmed by the enormity of the sorting and packing, and my head spins at the logistics of traveling 1000+ miles with 2 small children, one of whom is still nursing and who has never liked his carseat very much.
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| Due date was 7/10.
I'm overdue.
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| "The road to hell is paved with Republicans"
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| | Your Inner Retro Girl Is | 
1980s Goth Girl |
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