I am at a point now where I am totally incapable of being happy for other people. Almost ever. And I feel bad about it, and I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I am entering month…17 of Nathan’s unemployment*, being constantly unsure of what tomorrow will bring or where I will live or anything and I am sad. I am stressed. I am losing my hair.
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I'm am in fact, not dead. So...that's good news I guess. That's about all the good news I have though. My husband is hitting month six of unemployment. So. Yeah. I'm not dead.
I don't have the details yet BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE, but from what I gather she stopped at the Drs office on a lark, and someone broke her water for her.
My mom's dog stole Bitty's bag of Pupperoni treats and took them under a bed and ate them all when we were home for Christmas. She sent him a package with a bag of Greenies and Pupperonis with this note last week.
So about 2 and a half weeks ago I got an e-mail that they needed a secretary at First Baptist Dallas. And normally I would have been very…you know…not for me thanks. But I’ve been jobless since November 3rd and Nate has been jobless since early December and well…I was desperate. So I submitted my resume. And they called. And I interviewed a couple
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