Welp. You know that maybe you’re a little too addicted to your phone when you crack the screen of your gorgeous, just a month old phone and you’re going crazy trying to find somewhere that will fix it TODAY because waiting until the next appointment on SATURDAY (in 2 days) is far too long and OMG MY BABY PHONE and EFF that it’s going to cost me $130 to fix.



Not Gonna Lie

It has been an awfully rough six or seven months, whatever it’s been now. It was just in November that I lost a loved grandmother. Then my dad had and was treated for cancer in January. Now it’s May and last week, still in April, I lost another grandma.

It’s been hard, but there have been a lot of good things to carry through it all. It just doesn’t happen in such monumental post-worthy occasions, yeah?

So, things are good. My dad is fine. They caught the cancer by accident and therefore super early and he’s fine. I’m sad, but ok. I handle grief in weird ways so my friends probably think that I’m cracked out, but really, all is well.

And now the screaming tantrum-y child on my lap is demanding my attention. C’est la vie.


Some Thoughts

I want a new blog layout. But I’m cheap and broke. And I want to design it myself. Again. But I also lack the coding skills necessary to code any layout I might eventually come up with. I just know how proud I felt after I designed this and got to see it live up here on the internet (thanks to a kind soul who coded it for me). I mean, I can alter code and all, but I can’t just come up with all willy-nilly.

I’ve actually been contemplating closing this place up and starting over again somewhere else. You all could come along, but just for the sake of a fresh start. Does that sound insane if I keep the same readers and the same everything except domain?

Having the Olympics in your hometown is a bit surreal. I go through my everyday life while less than 30 miles away Olympic athletes are strutting their stuff. It’s bizarre. And sometimes overwhelming, especially since I’m American (dur) living in Canada. My patriotism is confused. I don’t know who to cheer for.

I’m really struggling and working hard at getting my diabetes under control. I have to do this. For me. For Ana. Willpower sucks.

I’m looking for some good new tunes to listen to. And a good new snappy ringtone for my phone. Suggestions? I like a lot of indie rock, especially female artists like Lisa Hannigan, Lykke Li, and Neko Case. I need dance-ish (but not popular, please) music for a ringtone. It’s okay if it was popular five years ago.

I’m once again switching things up on the job front. My new, but full of lay-off situations, job is coming to an end. By my choice. I’m just tired of being “on-call.” And tired of being left to work the graveyard shift ALONE in the basement of a side building of a hospital that security barely patrols. Grrr. I have a new job that I start next month and this one might be a keeper. I’m really excited and ready to start it, even though it means daycare.

Ah, daycare. I found a woman who is a stay-at-home and she’s going to watch my little girl. I think I’m going to freak the eff out when I drop Ana off on the first day. ‘Cause yikes. A stranger. With my baby. Responsible for her. How in the world am I going to do this? How do people do this? Seriously.

This blog has been on my mind an awful lot lately. I feel bad that I don’t post, but I feel like I have absolutely nothing of consequence to say. I guess you guys don’t mind that much if I babble, no?

I’m doing the 3 Day Walk again. That’s right, folks. I’m walking 60 miles over 3 days and that means… you guessed it. Fundraising. I need to raise $2300 by September. You will see lots of posts in the coming weeks and months asking for donations, talking about my story, throwing around some fundraising ideas and… maybe even… another blog-off? It’s a possibility. If I can get my shitsnowski together between now and then.

One of my very best friends in the whole world is moving several states away from me and this move happens in just 36 (35 now?) days. I’m going to miss her so very very much.

I hate to end on an uneven number (even though I haven’t actually numbered the randomness), but it’s almost 1:30 in the morning and I am far more tired than I realized. Peace out, lovelies.


Oh My God Y'all

I just cleared my blog reader for the first time in, oh, I don’t know, FOUR MONTHS. That, my friends, is an accomplishment. Now can I keep up with it?

Ooooh, and guess what?? So I’ve posted before about the oh so awesome gifts that my husband gets at his company xmas party each year. I’m too lazy to find the posts and link to them, but in the past there’s been huge gift cards to Sears, a tv, another tv, and uhm, another tv. Oh, and a Sony Handycam. We always tend to win the tv. Not sure what’s up with that. ANYWHO. This year, they did the gift giving by seniority ranking and the higher seniority, the prettier the gift. I could not be more ecstatic with what Derek unwrapped this year. People, we now have a brand-new shiny 24″ flat screen iMac. Can you hear my squee-ing from where you are? ‘Cause it’s been two weeks and I don’t think I’ve stopped. So happy, so so so happy. Yay. Love it.

I’m keeping pretty busy these days between my two jobs (for example: I’m in the middle of an eight day work week here and one of those days was a 14 hour day including travel time). I’m trying to fit visiting my family while they’re in Seattle around Christmas-time in there somewhere and my pseudo-nephew’s third birthday party and all these other crazy social gatherings that I have this month…. gah, so busy.

I’m trying to read like a fiend to get some more books tallied before the end of the month. I keep getting distracted by the internet, though. Guess maybe I should go read now…? Okay. I’m going to go read.

Muah! Miss everybody and yay, I can comment on your blogs now because I’m all caught up!


What I've Been Up To

I sold my house.

I quit my job.

I’m five weeks from being homeless. (Not really, if we don’t have a place we’ll move in with my in-laws.)

We put an offer on a house. It’s a foreclosure. We won’t know for up to two weeks if we get it or not.

I’m waiting to hear back about a hospital call center job.

My daughter turned one.

I am slowly going insane.

Yeah, I think that’s about it.

How are you guys?


Please Name My Car

Cars are funny things. If you’re anything like me, you don’t get super-attached to your vehicle, but nevertheless, it plays a big role in your life. If your car is having a bad day, well, so are you. If your car is rocking, well, you’re probably having a pretty good time. In typing that last sentence, I meant it completely different than it came out, but that works too, I guess!

My first car was a 1983 Volkswagon Jetta. I liked it, it was alright. She was a pumpkin color and rattled a lot and didn’t last long enough to receive a name. I was in a hurry to move onto a vehicle that I’d like much better.

The Little Bugga That Could was fantastic. She was a 1973 Volkswagon SuperBeetle and we had some gooooood times together. She was a bit weak and hills were a bit of a workout for the old girl, but we chugga-chugged on through until rust damage and an unfortunately accident caused her untimely death.

Ol’ Smokey came next. This Mazda RX-7 from the 80’s was a lot of fun to ride in, but the guy who sold it to me wasn’t kidding when he told my dad and I that there were engine problems. I couldn’t drive more than a few miles without smoke starting to pour from underneath the hood.

My Pontiac Grand Am was probably one of my nicer vehicles actually, but I was young then and I hated that it wasn’t a “cool” car. I called her the Pontica Grand Ma.

My last car, the Focus, never had a name because I had no real attachment to it, but my current car – I loooove my current car. I’ve returned to my love of Volkswagon and have driven my pretty little Golf since July. It dawned on me the other day that my car has no name and this is just wrong.

Problem is? I can’t come up with anything good. So here. Help a sister out. Name my car, please? She’s a midnight blue VW Golf and she’s fun and she’s fast. Whatcha got for me?