Money is a figment of my imagination now.

Does not exist.

I write this in tears.

I just hung up the phone with my dad. Whom I had to call and borrow $350 from.

NOT something anyone wants to do. My dad is very, very structured in his bills, and taught me well. I once was obsessive with bills, and money.

Now with kids for some reason I suck at it. I don’t have the patience to sit and track, and instead of buying groceries, we eat fast food. I just check and in the last 10 days we spent over $70 in fast food alone.

That. is. bullshit.

We are broke. Broke as shit.

It’s annoying, and it’s embarrassing. We are doing our dampest to make ends meet, and we get close, then we end up with a lazy 10 days and wonder what was I thinking? Just last week I wanted to really get into the office, and get back into my OCD ledger and file system.

But I was busy, then I got sick… I hate most of all pretending like we are not broke. I usually don’t. I’m honest with everyone that we have NO money.

Yes the economy is in the shitter, but I’m talking NO nothing outside of basics… except now I notice fast food seems to be our little perk?!

Gross.

So I’m bitter because I’m over weight, and now I’m more bitter because I spent $70 on fast food and we are super broke, and, AND I had to call my dad.

NOT happy. Very pissed.

He said he didn’t want to lecture me. He said he thought he did it enough when he was teaching me common sense. He said to treat yourself, it’s a must in this life. BUT make it a treat. Not an every day, or every other day thing.

Fanfuckingtastic that we are leaving for Arizona in 4 days. Not on my budget.

My inlaws are footing the WHOLE bill. Travel, food, lodging (they have a place they snow bird to) you name it. Awesome.

I love Spaghetti’s real day job, I do. I respect his boss, and the company, he’s been there going on 13 years.

It’s the shit hole video store. OMG I want to strangle those bitches. The are ALWAYS fucking calling the house. He is PART. TIME. as in no more then 15 hours, and NO MORE THEN 5 hour shifts!

OMG they screw him, KNOWING he is Mr. Nice Guy and won’t say no. Take tonight, supposed to be out at 10:30? They call at dinner, 2 hours before his shift… he’s closing. Which is now after midnight.

WTF. And he works the extra hours knowing we could use the extra money. Then there is Wrigley Field, YES he works at for the Chicago Cubs, he sells beer, makes good money doing it too. That helps. BUT we live over an hour south of Wrigleyville, and that’s not counting traffic. So a 4 hour shift of selling beer is a 10 hour day. Easy.

While I sit home and twiddle my thumbs.

Well care for our house, almost 5 and 3 year old children, two boxers, two cats and at the current moment (last 2 months) his parents diabetic cat too. AND the stress of the bills.

Fuck this. Fuck being a grown up. I quit. Tax return? Super, that my friends is going for the property taxes, because Illinois likes to rape us sideways in the tax department… someone again remind me why we live here?!?

I’m done. I need to NOW call Spaghetti and tell HIM I borrowed money from my dad. This should go over real well.

Then I’m going to go to bed. This day blows. Oh and I have a fucking head cold, my eyes water, my nose runs, and I sneeze every 10 minutes. Damn it. Hoping tomorrow is better… sigh.

Oh, and thanks for reading. Not one of my prettier posts, but that’s what you’re here for Blogger, the good the bad and the what the fuck moments.

Feisty

Opinions are like assholes. You just might think mine stinks.

It's evening and so with that I warn that my blogging, Facebook status, and Tweets are a bit more... harsh? Not filtered? Honest? You've been warned. Moving on.

So let's talk about Haiti.

I am over Haiti. I am SO sorry for all the Haitians out there, the loss and damage is horrible. That being said, I do care, but I don't.

I do not want to send them $10 on my cell phone bill, I don't want to watch celebrities sing for them, I don't want to have their orphan babies here. I don't want more people here when America can't seem to take care of itself.

Sure call me a heartless dick. But we have orphans here, we have people with out homes, with out jobs. I know these people. So seriously I am NOT giving jack shit to anyone. (but ME)

It makes me want to vomit that I spent 2 days trying to talk down my homeowners insurance bill, great they lowered it by almost $300! WTF! What if I would have just paid it!!?!? Fuck. I mean we are with out some staple foods right now, and I have to wait till next Tuesday till Spaghetti get's paid from his job to get food for my family. BET YOUR FLYING FUCKING WANKER LOVING ASS I AIN'T SENDING A DIME TO ANY FUCKING COUNTRY. The country of me, and my family is about ALL that gets my money.

I have to buget in preschool, bills, the car payment, and just regular bills, but hey lets give all the fucking Hatians a break, citizen ship and load the place up with Hatians, well because were a nice country like that. Sure I've got a roof over my house, with running water and heat, but lets face it folks, that's about it.

Fuck this shit.

I think it would be fan fucking tastic for us to take care of ALL our oprhans, foster kids, homeless, jobless, and struggling families, and then. AND only then start to care for every other flying fucking country.

Serioulsy. Call me cheap and heartless, but I am just trying to take care of my kids, and my well being, hope and wish for my friends to keep their houses, cars and jobs, and then I can save up all my hard earned money to buy some more coffee save a fucking hatian.

I. am. over. it.

Moving on!

Laundry.. never fucking mind...

Is at an all time high. And I mean high as in if I am sitting on the 1x1 square patch of bedroom floor that I can see, then the laundry is up to my shoulder. Not kidding.

The floor space is approx. 8x8 with the 3x10 space along my bed, all covered in clothes. The 8x8 space is clean clothes, and the 3x10 space is dirty.

Bizarre? Unheard of? Well I am sure I am not the first, and this is not the...

Jesus fuck, I swear, have you ever been mid post, and you have one screaming kid, one fucking on repeat mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy... then your cell phone rings. Fuck-n-a people, when I am at home, call the house, not the cell.

Fuckin retarded. I am so not in the mood to blog on fucking laundry. What a fucking buzz kill. Grrrr... I am going to the art room, grumpy, pissy, with the whiney Bagel, hoping Spike with go to sleep.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kreativ Blogger you and me!

Look at me! I got an award! Fancy pants! Thanks to my new sister Becky, she has awarded me a blog award! But not just any old blog award! This one comes with a job!! And even though I put off any type of job like it's the plague, I will do my best to follow through with my new job, as Kreativ Blogger.

Here are the new job rules.

I must post this pretty new award in a blog.

I must post 6 things I value

I must post 6 things I do not value

I must tag 6 bloggers

That is it. If I tag you, take your award with pride. Here are mine, in no particular order

6 things I value

1. Family first rule- Always family first, turn off the t.v., call your friend back, get off the computer. Spend time with family. It doesn't happen enough.


2. Laughter- Goes hand in hand with happiness, smiling, all that good stuff that makes you warm and fuzzy.


3. My Pets- There company is unmatched. And there loyalty is nonhuman. Love them.


4. Technology- With out it I am lost. We all are. No cell, no internet, no t.v. we would die.


5. Myself- I value myself, not in an big ego kind of way. But more of a I am proud of who I am, what I do and how I act. Self esteem is something I have, not over cocky but strong.


6. Every minute- Use them. I love to use every minute I can, I mean your life isn't really that long, and so I do everything. I rock out in the car by myself. Who care what the douche bag next to you thinks. You need to make the time to do it. Yes I am busy, I have kids, pets, house, and a stay at home business that I run. But I still find the time to read, draw, stamp, scrapbook, play with my kids, take baths and hang out with Spaghetti. Use your time wisely.

6 things I do NOT value

1. Haters- From my free spirit, to the fact that I own a home. I really hate haters. They just need to understand I make the best of what I got. Go on and do your own thing. Get your own damn haters then...


2. Fake- Don't be fake! Don't pretend to be cool, or what you think is cool. For fucks sake, I graduated H.S. Get over yourself!


3. Overly Religious- Bah, don't get your knickers in a bunch. I just can't stand those people, Christian, Jehovah, whatever, DO NOT JUDGE ME. I will not go to hell, I am no less then you are, and seriously, Religion is good for you and all. But some people need to get a fucking hobby.


4. Negativity- Ugg! I can not stand when someone is going on and on and on and on about something. It won't help the situation. And now you just annoyed everyone around you. I mean I do bitch about things but some people really need to chill, and realize that when you think your getting a 6" paper flower and you get a 2" paper flower, it is not the end of the scrapbooking world.


5. People that lack social skills- Kinda weird but I find that there are people out there that just don't get the basics of social life her on earth. Like conversation. Not saying you have to be like me and start a conversation in the bathroom, but maybe if your in mixed company, attempt to converse. Or just understand why your not liked, since you don't choose to converse in company. Tipping. I don't work anymore where tipping was a part of the norm. But when you don't tip because you just don't have the money, you probably shouldn't be out anyway. (I get not tipping an asshole because they suck) Spaghetti serves beer at a famous baseball stadium, and tips are HUGE part of his income. Tip after each beer, yes it's his job, but just like waitress's and stripping. Tips are a part of there life. Staring. This one is in particular to my sister, Frances, I can't stand going to the hilly billy ass towns around us and seeing the inbread freaks STARE at her. Dude, she doesn't have 8 arms, just a little head turning. But the best part is when the parents are staring too. What a joke.


6. Racism and Homophobes- Two things I DO not like. Period. I have no respect for people who are racist. I hate the "dot head" comments, or the Arabs that want to run a Dunkin Donuts, what the fuck does it matter? I mean really, they just want what our families wanted. A better life here in America. The "N" word sends me through the roof, seriously what century do you live in? Ugg, and since I am whitebread myself, I am in a small 99% whitebread town, next to a 99% whitebread town. So of coarse there is comments. But I have been learning that I have the balls to say something. Not rude, but just a "what does there color or race matter?" comment usually reminds them that not everyone is whitebread, and that is fine with me. Homophobes suck. Period. You really again need a century check. If it makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you just need a bit more culture in your life. Really you do. I attend the Gay Pride Parade, two years now. And I love it. I go with my cousin and his partner, and Aeriel goes along as my date to the parade. Gays are just like you. No really they are. Eating, sleeping, pooping, breathing, there choice of partner should not be why you judge them. Judge someone by there character, and who they are. And if a book is telling you that it is wrong to be gay. Maybe you should look outside your thousand year old book, and realize it's 2008.

OK now that I am off my soapbox about all things good and evil, here are my 6 tagged...

1. Aerial over at A Day in the Life of...
2. Chandler over at Maternal Mirth
3. Frances over at Inside Susie's Head
4. Iowa Friend over at Just Jayme
5. This Mom over at This Mom's ramblings...
6. Jaci over at Ravings of a Mad Housewife

And as always if you are offended by my posts, please remember this is my blog, and my opinion. I am right here, not you. Want to be right? Blog about it on your own site.

Old school memories on hold!

Yes I will blog, brag, cry, remember, all the amazing memories of Saturday night... I just need my camera and my computer to cooperate with each other. At the moment they are not speaking to each other...

Soooo, my beloved pictures are trapped. I will be driving to a store, in the next few hours, print, copy, and burn what I want. All while chugging my beloved coffee...

I swear I will post them... oh and it was very short lived the whole, "no picture thing" on here. I talked with the police and the Post office, and right now it's more of "mischievous behavior" but that is all.

Until I am paying for things, or someone is using my name to buy things, then it is a police matter. For now it's just a pain in my ass. Hope it will be over soon.

So stay tuned, for pictures of friends Hangin' Tough, Tonight, Tonight, at the end of the Summertime, hoping for one last memory of the Right Stuff...