Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

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1. Coroner:: Quincy
2. Mystify:: confuse
3. Corroborate:: story
4. Misinterpret:: words
5. Humorless:: way
6. Calculus:: math
7. Eye for an eye:: tooth for a tooth
8. CPR:: break a rib
9. Stitched:: and stapled
10. Facility:: building

But unfortunately, that’s all the “big” stuff going on around here.
This would be why I haven’t written anything. The furnace is STILL broken. I’m STILL looking for a job, and the pressure is on from the folks. I STILL haven’t had a date. Hell, I can’t even get people to talk on the phone – with few exceptions. Oh, and I just found out Mom’s dryer is non-operational. Good thing mine is plugged in at the “storage” trailer.

A guy who used to date my best friend back in high school is getting divorced and is “available” again and calling me. Didn’t want him then, don’t want him now – pretty much for the exact same reasons. He hasn’t changed a whole lot in 15 years. Unfortunately, his general attitude is pretty much what I’m finding. Everyone wants a piece of ass and that’s it. Or they SAY that’s not all they want, but it’s all they talk about.

I guess I should just concentrate on my kids and my upcoming job.

Sitting at the table, sipping my FIRST cup of coffee today:
So, Sis – this is your Mom’s last week of work. What are your employment plans?
I’ll probably sign on with a temp company for a while, Dad.
Riiiiiiight.

I have a stye on my eye. For the uninformed (and unwilling to google) this means that I have a zit on the eyelash line. I think it’s going to look tres chic for the job interviews I have next week – the entire lid is swollen and puffy.

Alannah had a minor hissy fit after lunch. She’s having growing pains in her legs, and wanted to do a paper mache art project to take her mind off things. One small problem – it’s been so long since she’s done paper mache that she forgot HOW to…and got REALLY pissy when I tried to help her. I backed off and left her alone to do it, which resulted in the entire kitchen table being covered in an ooey gooey mess. THAT brought on the whole “everything I touch turns to crap” tantrum. How’d I bring her out of that one? Trivia never fails!!!!! “Alannah, y’know that cleaner called Formula 409? It GOT that name because it was the 409th formula they tried.” She laughed, I started cleaning the table off and we moved on to other things.

Which brings me to…..

Joe finding the jar of red pepper flakes in the spice cabinet. He nibbled on a few flakes and wrinkled his nose…..then he wiped his eyes and started screaming. I didn’t realize what he had until I smelled the peppers – I thought he’d been eating crayons again and spitting them out. Got THAT taken care of and…..

the heater is out yet AGAIN. I’ve spent the majority of the day in the rooms with heat.

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I got hooked up with bunk beds for the boys from Freecycle. This means that after this weekend, I’ll be sleeping on the sofa. Hopefully Joe will sleep better at night without me right next to him the whole time.

I finally re-found my celtic afghan project. It had gotten buried in the closet when we came back from Granny’s Broken Leg Incident. I’ll be working on it now instead of sitting online reading blogs and message boards, screaming about how bored I am.

I got my resume as pretty as I can, and I finished composing a decent cover letter. Now to hang on to a decent mental state as I send them out.

The kids are doing well. Dan and Joe officially rough each other up now. Alannah is getting too pretty for her own good – I’m glad we homeschool.

I’m NOT frigid! I’m just very selective.

Can ya stand listenin to me whine summore about the frickin frackin furnace not working? The repair dude didn’t show up today. We have space heaters, but the office/computer room isn’t one of the rooms currently being heated.

Yeah, yeah – I know. Get off the computer and go where it’s warm

Only – I’ve read all my books, I can’t crochet since I annoyed my arm, cooking is limited by lack of adventuresome folks to eat my experiments.

I got my resume updated, but haven’t sent it out. I have to wait until Mom OFFICIALLY has her last day at work (it’s already been delayed once), and the still small voice in my head keeps telling me to wait anyway.

Who knows – maybe a daddy will get his head out of his ass and pay enough child support to let me stay home. A girl can dream, right?

Week 102

1. Yoda:: good
2. Mensa:: smart
3. Pink:: bits
4. Text message:: instead of phone
5. Galactic:: empire
6. Chicks:: rule
7. Quesadilla:: YUM!
8. Backpack:: backpack
9. Socket:: wrench
10. Compromise:: as usual

Completely and totally yanking this from MamaDrama:

Where were you ten years ago? Are you where you thought you’d be now?

Where do you think you will be in another 10 years?

You can answer here, or in your own blog.