It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. I better write something before the 12 people that read my blog forget about me. I really haven’t had much to blog about, no major excitements but thankfully no major dramas, so this will be pretty random.
I usually make tons of New Year’s resolutions. They all tend to be the same so I think they are now just part of my being: get skinnier, save more money or get out of debt, fall in love and/or get laid. This year I’m not going to make resolutions I’m going to make changes. I want to sell my house and move and until recently I wasn’t sure where but more on that later. I want a new job. I want to meet new people. I want to take some classes. I’ve actually had a couple of job interviews already. One wants me to move to Austin and one wants me to take a $50K pay cut. (Geesh that’s more than some people make!) Obviously, neither are viable options, at least right now. I actually need to find a job that pays me more $.
I’ve come across some townhomes being developed. I want one! I could afford the smallest one but I really want the 3 bedroom. Everybody’s on the bandwagon about putting your wants/desires/needs out to the universe. Sort of the ask and you shall receive strategy. So ok, I’m asking the universe (at least the myspace universe): I want, no, I need, the 3 bedroom townhome with the patio on the roof! And if that works, then I also want a hot boyfriend next.
These townhomes are so cute. They are built like a brownstone with 3 floors and a little roof patio. I’m going to look awesome with my cute little self driving my cute little Smartcar into my cute little garage. Universe are you tuning into this picture?
If I could just find $100K somewhere I could make this work. I showed them to my son and he’s more excited than I am. He checks the web everyday. “Mom, they just sold two more, hurry they are going fast!” I try to explain, “Bubba, we can’t afford it yet” I could probably make it happen (with my current job) if I sold the house I let my mom live in. I explained this to Chad. He agreed we can’t put Granny on the street. He goes back into the office and then coming running out. “Mom, I’ve got the best idea! We sell Granny’s house and she can move in with us!” This causes my life to flash before my eyes.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. I must, mustn’t I? I subsidize her living, I take her to weird country concerts, I clean her gutters on a rickety step ladder with nothing but kitchen spatula, but there are limits. And living with my mother is one of my limits! I have to talk to her about this before Chad gets to her and they hatch some crazy plan for us all to live together. There simply has to be another way.
I’m taking my sister to Vegas in a couple of weeks, maybe I’ll get lucky and hit a nice jackpot. Or maybe I could just ask 100,000 people for $1. And then there’s the likelihood that I’ll have to stay at my current job. I want to change jobs. I wonder how the universe is going to handle these competing demands.
In the spirit of change, I cut off my hair! I’ll post pictures at some point though I may hold off for a couple of months. My ortho says I can get my braces off in two months. Play Halleluja music here. In a way it will be sad, kind of like a break up. This is the only man I’ve seen consistently for the last 2 years. Maybe he’ll spoon with me before he takes them off.
I have a feeling that after 2 years, 48 painful visits (see just like a relationship) and $5K later, nobody is going to know the difference. Well I don’t care. They are straighter damn it!
