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Snow, snow and more snow. That's all we've been getting. Dad was out on the east coast for their blizzard. They were supposed to get fifteen inches. He said there were people literally panicking in the streets, but they didn't get that much after all, well, by our standards, heh.
I've had two weeks of 35 hours of work at my supposedly full time job, ushering in a time of plenty, but my deep debt has taken all the fun out of it. Sooooo broke.... I was down to 26 hours a week at Christmas, that don't pay the bills. There is only so much you can cut while still having electricity and enough food to survive. Oh and rent must be paid. *rolls eyes* Though heaven forbid they fix anything around this place. The stairs are icy and snow covered outside, or course they are never salted, that costs money, and I don't even dare go down the second flight, which means trudging in near knee deep snow across the yard and down the steep slope to get to the laundry room. Fuuuuun.
Oh yeah--they are cutting hours again like crazy at work, but they actually turned on the heat this year. FOR REAL! I mean, we're still wearing three sweatshirts and underarmor, but there is a still warmth to the place. I can't believe it! Oh, and Thursday night I was leaving and the PHB said, "And where are your gloves?" So I had to put gloves on to leave the building like a kid, even though it wasn't much colder outside. I lol'ed.
My sister looked at a grand Victorian house for sale today. She's been drooling over it for weeks. She's wanted a Victorian house since she was a little girl. Anyway, the owners just drastically reduced the price, and she could get it for a monthly payment less than what I pay in rent.
But she whines that she doesn't want to stay in that town. She wants to be able to move. She hates her job, but her husband loves his, and despite her attempts to uproot them since 2006, he hasn't had a single other job offer. Not one. QUIT WASTING MONEY ON RENT! So the house needs some work--you can fix it up. I know that word work makes you nervous princess. You'd think she'd want to get away from the crazy neighbor. I visited them for a couple days and they had to call the cops on him twice for violating the restraining order.
A few years ago there was a farm near them with a giant house and 80 acres going for a song, but she didn't want to live there and passed on that too. I want nothing more than a big chunk of land to roam on and keep my horses myself.
My sister does some thing for her job where she goes to a school and talks to the children about saving money. She wore her hair down this time so the kids didn't believe she was the same person. She has let her hair grow out super long like a medieval maiden with waves of red gold, and the kids were fascinated. One little girl came up and asked her, "Who brushes your hair?" LOL!
She's said that other times while they are watching the Credit Union dog mascot do its song and dance routine, the kids will pet her stockings, and the girls will want to touch her high heeled shoes, and keep unbuckling and rebuckling them. I said "Maybe you should set some boundaries on your personal space girl", while thinking, "Good thing they aren't older, or she'd get out to her car and realize her bra was undone." :P
The kids had to come up with a business scenario for her. Adult versions of this are always rather safe and boring, but they decided to make a roller coaster--named Vomit. That actually sounds pretty awesome. I think she wants to be a teacher now. I thought "just wait till she actually has to deal with real vomit and a roomful of kids". I kinda want to be a writing teacher myself. Or art, but art is always the first thing they cut.
I've had two weeks of 35 hours of work at my supposedly full time job, ushering in a time of plenty, but my deep debt has taken all the fun out of it. Sooooo broke.... I was down to 26 hours a week at Christmas, that don't pay the bills. There is only so much you can cut while still having electricity and enough food to survive. Oh and rent must be paid. *rolls eyes* Though heaven forbid they fix anything around this place. The stairs are icy and snow covered outside, or course they are never salted, that costs money, and I don't even dare go down the second flight, which means trudging in near knee deep snow across the yard and down the steep slope to get to the laundry room. Fuuuuun.
Oh yeah--they are cutting hours again like crazy at work, but they actually turned on the heat this year. FOR REAL! I mean, we're still wearing three sweatshirts and underarmor, but there is a still warmth to the place. I can't believe it! Oh, and Thursday night I was leaving and the PHB said, "And where are your gloves?" So I had to put gloves on to leave the building like a kid, even though it wasn't much colder outside. I lol'ed.
My sister looked at a grand Victorian house for sale today. She's been drooling over it for weeks. She's wanted a Victorian house since she was a little girl. Anyway, the owners just drastically reduced the price, and she could get it for a monthly payment less than what I pay in rent.
But she whines that she doesn't want to stay in that town. She wants to be able to move. She hates her job, but her husband loves his, and despite her attempts to uproot them since 2006, he hasn't had a single other job offer. Not one. QUIT WASTING MONEY ON RENT! So the house needs some work--you can fix it up. I know that word work makes you nervous princess. You'd think she'd want to get away from the crazy neighbor. I visited them for a couple days and they had to call the cops on him twice for violating the restraining order.
A few years ago there was a farm near them with a giant house and 80 acres going for a song, but she didn't want to live there and passed on that too. I want nothing more than a big chunk of land to roam on and keep my horses myself.
My sister does some thing for her job where she goes to a school and talks to the children about saving money. She wore her hair down this time so the kids didn't believe she was the same person. She has let her hair grow out super long like a medieval maiden with waves of red gold, and the kids were fascinated. One little girl came up and asked her, "Who brushes your hair?" LOL!
She's said that other times while they are watching the Credit Union dog mascot do its song and dance routine, the kids will pet her stockings, and the girls will want to touch her high heeled shoes, and keep unbuckling and rebuckling them. I said "Maybe you should set some boundaries on your personal space girl", while thinking, "Good thing they aren't older, or she'd get out to her car and realize her bra was undone." :P
The kids had to come up with a business scenario for her. Adult versions of this are always rather safe and boring, but they decided to make a roller coaster--named Vomit. That actually sounds pretty awesome. I think she wants to be a teacher now. I thought "just wait till she actually has to deal with real vomit and a roomful of kids". I kinda want to be a writing teacher myself. Or art, but art is always the first thing they cut.