Ready to go!!

1 husband

2 children  (ages 2 1/2 and 4 1/2)

4 carry on’s.

3 suitcases.

2 carseats.

1 stroller.

1 stressed out me. No… I’m ok. Really. It’s surreal that I’m going on a plane in a few hours. WITH kids, husband and ALL.

6 days in Arizona. Mmmm… sunshine.

Yeah, I know OF coarse they are getting a cold front, but their 60 degrees is 30 degrees warmer then we’ve seen here in months. Sunshine. Not kidding we MIGHT see the sun once every 4 days.

PLUS, myself and the kids are rocking colds. I’m the sickest, glad I don’t sound like a squeaky toy any more. But still sick. Hoping the Arizona air will help clear my head up.

I have to say the hardest thing is NOT posting on Facebook about what we are doing. I have a pretty strict rule of posting ‘what I did’ vs ‘what we are going to do’ I don’t trust anyone.

So my blog posting every day will slow down for the next week, hoping to catch up when I get back. Happy Friday!

Feisty

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

Spin Cycle: 6th photo Meme

I was doing my daily blog visiting, and while visiting one of my favorites, Tiptoeing Through The Tulips, I found she did this Meme, it was going into your pictures, and finding the 6th file, and pulling the 6th picture. No cheating.

Bah I always cheat at these, I mean who really knows but me right? BUT this time I wanted to try and not cheat. So this is what I got...

Arizona Trip 2007 was the file, and this great picture of Spaghetti and Bagel was what I got! It really shows the baby in her face, god that was almost 2 years ago! She was just 17 months, OMG! That's how old Weaky is now! Wow...

So this picture was taken when we went with the IL's Mc to Arizona, my MIL got sick and ended up at the hospital for the entire week, my family that lived there was all sick with the flu (thank god for that first day at Walmart, where Scuz dropped the water! and I did get the last day of the trip too, see the Cheesecake Factory below...) and, and it fricken rained. Yes we were right outside of Phoenix Arizona, and it rained the whole damn week.

Except this day, we were able to go to the Amazing Phoenix Zoo! I love that zoo, mostly for the monkeys. This was a.we.some. you go in, and the little organ grinder monkeys (can't think of their real names at the moment) are right there.

Right there as in this is NOT a zoomed in picture, this is with in reach, and there is NOTHING to keep them in, they actually ran right by Spaghetti's legs! We kept Bagel up high, just in case, but I was just amazed at this. I mean the Brookfield Zoo here in Chicago has the Butterfly house where they just free fly, but a monkey house? Too freaking cool.

Still my favorite Zoo to date. I still have to visit the San Diego Zoo, in Cali, from what I hear it's the bestest yet.

I love that picture of Spaghetti and Bagel, thanks for the great memory of that day. And how I was able to go back almost two years to see my baby girl again.

Pick two numbers.

Tag! Your it. This was a random photo Meme, I found again over at Buried with Children, she had you go into your 6th photo file and choose the 6th photo in that file. Well that was a post I just did, so I did today's date 10th file, and 12th picture. (nope not enough files) So I chose the kids birthdays (awww, she mentioned her kids...)

2 for Bagel and 25 for Spike. It worked. I got the trip to Arizona file from last year. Now hear is a bit about the picture...

This is Bagel (18 months) with Spaghetti and Grampa Mc, at the wonderful Phoenix Zoo. A place I love to visit! Not sure what animal was even there, but I saw a photo op, and went for it. It was December, and the only week it rained in months. This was the nicest day (and it still rained on the way home)

Now you, pick two numbers, and tell us about the picture. Leave me a comment letting me know you played!