I am a loser.

Lately I have been feeling a little bit down. I mean, it's hard some times to keep job hunting for a year & never succeeding. But yesterday I finally did! Not only did I get offered a job, I got offered a salary, benefits, vacation & sick days. & many other things. Sounds awesome right? Considering my salary is quite good (for me anyway) I've spent the remainder of my night wondering why I got this job. Why did they want me? Granted I have some experience & a smashing okay personality, I feel like there has to be someone better out there. Even just someone who applied. But I got the call back.

This all leads me to my goal for the day, I'm going to cut myself some slack, I work hard, & I deserve a good job. It doesn't matter if someone better applied they picked me. I will spend today giving myself credit. I deserve a pat on the back once in a while.

On the road again.

This weekend my husband & I got to enjoy the pleasure of being home alone. Everyone we live with was gone. They didn't take either of their cats but it was better than nothing. I don't think either of us knew how much we would like living alone. We cleaned. & when I say cleaned I mean we emptied the bag on that vacuum cleaner atleast 4 times PER LEVEL. & twice on each set of stairs. It really is a disaster here most of the time. But after we cleaned up, threw out old mail, & found some mail we never received we got to relax. We enjoyed sleeping through the night without anyone talking or any dogs barking in front of our bedroom door, we enjoyed falling asleep & waking up with our food STILL THERE, we even enjoyed doing laundry. It's much easier when you have the machines all to yourself. I think we even created more laundry just because we liked having it to ourselves so much. We even talked about moving. Granted, this would double our rent(sadly it's still cheaper than anywhere else) but we would be getting a lot more. We're talking cable, Internet, WIFI, our own fridge, full sized freezer, & cupboard space y'all. all things we are lacking here. Not that it is the perfect place to be, but it can't be as bad as here, right? Time will tell because we're moving. we just couldn't take living in this filth any longer. It's time to live in someone elses basement for cheap rent & a place to put those lean cuisines. We're looking at it like it's a studio apartment without our own kitchen or bathroom. What could be more ideal?! Our only real concern is the people we will be living with have a tenancy to ask you to do hard work for them for free. We have made an agreement that we will tell them up front this will not happen. Hopefully everything works out. Wish me luck! If it doesn't work out, anyone in for a throw down?

Dirty bitches give kisses.

Today I was sitting here thinking as I eat my progresso light soup & watch my husband shit talk the mii's playing baseball that I really should work on being more compassionate. Not like just giving money to homeless people or letting people budge me in line but I need to slow down & think. What if that were me? Or worse yet someone I care about. What would I want people to do then? So every Saturday is my compassion day. I will do something a little nicer to or for someone. Maybe I will even make an impression on someone.

I remember being a kid & I was trying to tell my mom I was going to play outside. She was napping on the couch & told me not to throw eggs at te cars, it would take the paint off. & you know what? She was right. Just in case you would like a thrown egg print on your car where the paint is gone. Cool huh? I thought so. Apparently enough so to carry this saying on for years.

Makes you think... What do we hang on to? & why?

Rollin Rollin Rollin

Yeehaw! Now for those of you who don't know me (ha. ha.) I have been living with some family members, aka nasty no cleaning food eating bitches. Moving on, I received some sweet & sour news recently. They are MOVING! Now, I'm not talking down the street, I'm talking 10 full hours away! Now, although I rejoice in this distance, it puts a lot of stress on my husband & I to make the money we need to get a place which is easier said than done. There are a few options, but really nothing ideal. My OTHER dilemma with this up coming move is my mom. Now, typically I call her "the bitch who stole 6,000 dollars from me on Christmas eve & only paid me back 4,000 3 years later", today I'm calling her mom. Let's be honest, from her name alone it's clear she is NOT the person you want making your life choices, in fact she shouldn't be allowed to make her own. My problem is we live in a pretty nice area of the burbs with a lot of look-the-other-way people. My mother is gay, by the way. She has convinced herself she is moving to a small town, in the south. For those of you who have not lived in the south or a small town, biggetism is alive & well. She, however, having hardly left our perfect little burb has no idea what this is like. I do understand her predicament however, as her girlfriend of 6 years told her she's moving back home whether my mom goes or not. Girlfriend is on my shit list. Not only is she either making my mom move or breaking up with her, she's doing this to take a job with a pay CUT of 5 dollars an hour. Seems pretty stupid right? Apparently brunettes don't know shit either ;) no matter how much I try to convince my mom that this is probably the worst move she will ever make in her life she continues to tell me "there's nothing here for me to stay for" ouch mom. Maybe we'll go back to that bitch name again... & all the while you're wondering why I care? Well, she IS my mom for one, but two, this all means I am getting kicked out. Moving AGAIN! possibly soon after
This move I'll be moving again also. So, as you can see, this is my little issue in life lately. Oh yeah, & right about now I'm hating mine.

The daily frustrations of an anonymous life...

So, possibly more than any of you need to know but my husband & I are currently living with...roommates we will call them. & like most roommates they eat all our food, buy none of their own (real food anyways) & they always leave their clothes in the wash & forget to move them so no one else can do laundry. It's very frustrating when you have laundry to do. I guess it's just really frustrating to put so much extra money into food, laundry, etc & have other people use it instead of yourself. Its hard enough being broke. Let alone trying to pay for other people. Frustrating life!

Here in bed where the world is dicovered..

As I lay here in bed with my beautiful husband sawing logs beside me, my cat humming a purr underneath the bed & my dogs feet running for a dream I can't help but worry. I worry about my husband all the time (as a good wife should!) & I try my hardest to keep negative thoughts out of my head but it's been hard lately. My husband was recently hurt at work (a chemical burn to be exact) & while at the hospital we asked about a mole. The doctor apparently doesn't know how to read moles (or so she said) but she did say we should have it looked at by a dermatologist. Now, THIS is the stuff that makes me nervous. I've been surrounded by cancer of all kinds since I was a kid, but instead of getting used to it I've just grown more afraid. I've been begging & pleading with my husband to get a skin cancer screening, but alas, he is right, we do not have the money right now. Now, this never stops my determination but this is a time sensitive matter in my mind & I promised myself TWO weeks maximum to get him to a doctor. So I suppose until then I sit & worry. Oh the joys of being a committed loving wife.

Over & out

First post.

I guess I created this as a place to tell all without anyone knowing who stands behind the words. I like things better this way, much less judgement. Hopefully some of you choose to follow me, if not I bid you good luck on your blogging journey.

Over & out
Anonymous Ace