I just dug up $2.04 in quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies.
That is the exact amount it costs me to support my new habit.
A super sized diet coke from Mc Donalds.
The digging up of the change represents two things.
1. I am addicted to MCD’s diet coke and will do whatever necessary to get my hands on one at lunch time.
2. I am BROKE. Broke like M.C. Hammer. Broke like Willie Nelson with the tax man came a knockin’. Broke like “quit calling my house and my job, mutha fuckers, I aint got no money for you so fuck off” broke. Broke like “generic cheese isn’t that bad” broke… you get the idea.
Hopefully that won’t be the case next month, looks like my husband is going to get rehired by his old company. He’ll be making $11.00 more an hour and they will pay $379.00 of our monthy insurance rate (which is currently close to $550.00).
This will be awesome if… no I mean when it happens. Keep your fingers (and toes) crossed.
Category Archives: This Thing Called Life
The good ol days.
This morning, my husband said, all non chalantly, “Babe, I need some nose hair clippers.”
And I replied, all nonchalantly “I bet they have them at Target.”
When the hell did we turn into a couple of old geezers?
My husband is going to be 39 in August, me, 33 in September. Where the hell did the time go?
I remember when we used to talk about our dreams, about movies, about love… Now it’s nose hair clippers, back aches, varicose veins.
Nose hair clippers. Ugh.
The sad thing is I’ll pick up his damn nose hair clippers while I’m out buying some Preparation H for my ‘roids.
Oh, life.
My mom just called to tell me that Granny isn’t doing well. She went into the hospital on Wednesday after falling. They called my mom this morning to tell her that Granny had a stroke and can’t eat on her own anymore.
And I’m thankful for cheese strudel, and that Tony is getting a pizza and I don’t have to cook dinner.
I am thankful that I no longer feel like the tortured girl in that picture. I am thankful she is a stranger to me. I am so grateful that I no longer hurt myself, that I no longer hate myself. That I no longer wake up wishing I could just go back to sleep forever, never having to wake up again. I’m so thankful I no longer wish I were dead.
Instead, I wake up with a smile on my face.
I look forward to the day, I can’t wait to go wake my children up so I can hug them, kiss them and tell them I love them.
I am so thankful for the friends who helped me and stood by me in my darkest moments. I’m thankful for their love, patience and honesty.
I’m thankful that when I look at that picture of myself, I still remember exactly how I felt the moment I took that picture because I never want to forgot how awful it felt to be like that. That way, I never take this joy I feel now for granted.
When he gets a real illness, I’ll be supportive.
Life…
There are certain kids I come in contact with in my job that I grow to love. You see these kids everyday, you help them with their homework, you put bandaids on their boo boos, you comfort them when they cry for their mommies, you try to help resolve fights between friends.
I also get to know their parents, some I’ve even become friends with.
gratitude
Guest Post by Ericalynn
my mother and I haven’t always had the best relationship. when I was growing up, it wasn’t that we didn’t see eye to eye, it was more that we were very private people with very different attitudes about how to handle things, and we never really needed to meet in the middle, but we never attempted to get close because we didn’t realize we even could.
nowadays, we are as close as could be, but it wasn’t always like that.
Neighbors, friends.
I just found out my neighbor and one of my best friends is selling her house.
This makes me so sad!
I can’t even imagine not sneaking out late on a Saturday night to see if she’s on the porch waiting for me so we can drink and talk and do cartwheels in the grass at night.
September 11, 2003. Two years later.
Today, I remember.
I remember the horror, the panic, the fear, the anger, the sadness, the confusion, the disbelief.
I remember the people running for their lives, the people jumping out of desperation, the fireman running towards a building that everyone else was running away from, the people desperately looking for loved ones, the people on the streets watching and crying.
I remember the fear in my childrens eyes as they watched, I remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe, not knowing if my children would ever be safe again, I remember holding my boys, crying, telling them everything was going to be ok, but not really believing that was true, I remember driving them to school, not knowing if it was the right thing to do, not knowing what would happen next, not knowing if the world as we knew it was coming to an end before our eyes.
I will never, ever, forget.
I cried this morning, I will probably cry again. However, I also smiled. I smiled when I woke my kids up and I felt their warm skin against mine as we hugged.
I am thankful. Thankful to be alive, thankful that my kids are safe, thankful that life goes on, even though there are thousands for which life will never be the same, we still have life. And we must move forward and continue to live life to the fullest.
But we can never forget.
Ahh.. life…
Thank you everyone for your emails and comments regarding my uncles death.
I’m fine. I’m sad, but I’m fine. I wasn’t very close to my uncle as an adult, however, as a child, I looked up to him.