Stuff
Lets see — where to begin — what to write–
Sunday was spent in a dark room watching 8 hours of VH1’s I Love The 80s.
I had a horrible dream I went into labor and did not know it – and had the baby. it seemed fine but I had to search for someone to cut the umbilical cord. Then I was on my way to the hospital. Very strange.
Today I called Spherion to see about temp work. I have a temp job to last me at least though Thursday. WOOT WOOT WOOT. At least it is money. I will be answering phones and doing mail merge from excel to word. OMG too easy. I am going to call the temp agency in Orlando to go ahead with the Microsoft testing. It will make me more marketable and give me cool letters after my name!
Biketoberfest starts this week. I hope the weather stays nice and I hope I can still fit in my new leather pants. Would you suspect that I was a sometimes biker chick? LOL I have leather pants, chaps, vest, coat and a leather halter top. WOOT! Something most people do not know about me is that I have a tattoo. I Know that is the real reason the church let me go! They could not have a person with a tattoo working there. LOL
I went to Monster.com today. The temp agency has a listing for that church job. I wonder if they ever will fill it.
I have pretty much gotten over it. Except when I think about my lack of money and insurance right now. Then I get really sad and sorta depressed. I have not been late on any of my bills in over 3 years. Now I have to put all the credit card payments on hold. I am going to send in a little bit to them when I can. That is the best I can do. I am going to try to call them all and explain the situation and hopefully they will work with me.
Once DH’s insurance on me kicks in things will be a better. Out of the huge amount of money I have to pay the doctor – when the insurance kicks in we will have a bit of a refund from the doctor and maybe I can get caught up then.
It is raining. I love the rain. DH is grilling and the smoke is hanging low due to the rain. While he is grilling I am baking Italian Bread. Well it is on its second rise right now. We are having Grilled Pesto Chicken and creamy pesto noodles. Well I think he is having the noodles and my chicken is plain. The pesto did not agree with “Punchki” (punchki is jelly donut in polish and what we have nicknamed the little baby growing inside me) the last time I ate it.
Speaking of not agreeing with Punchki – I went to eat a yogurt today. Licked the lid and though “this does not taste right – tastes kinda moldy” sure enough I looked in the cup and it had mold on it. EEEWWW I almost threw up.
Strange people coming to my door on Saturday. First there were the Jehovah’s witnesses. “do you know why God seems to let bad things happen to good people” they asked, “because he give us free will,” I replied. “Well let us tell you about….” I said, very politely, “I am a born again Christian and I am very happy with my relationship with God, but thank you for stopping by. Have a blessed day.” and then I closed the door. Then about an hour later … an old lady from the condos behind us was knocking on the door, “Do you own those 16 cats that sit on my porch?” “No, they are strays – they come through all our yards – we don’t own them but some are friendly and some are skittish” we said. “Well they are sitting on my porch and they scare my toy poodle,” she said. LOL Well good for them — GO KITTIES I thought. Poodles are ankle piranha. LOL We told her like 6 times they were not our cats. So she finally leaves and her little old lady friend is driving the car they pull up to our neighbors house… the recluses who never ever come out of their house. I have lived here three years and only seen the man about four times. LOL
Lets see-what else is new. That is about it. I will write more if I think of anything!
Time to put the bread in the oven!!
whoo-hoo! a fellow biker chick! 🙂
Warning Comment
mmm, we haven’t grilled for MONTHS! Way too long. My dad is a bbq judge so when I used to live there, he bbq’d at least twice a week. So glad you’re going to start working again…even if it’s for a short time, you’re right, it is money!
Warning Comment
Warning Comment
Honey, your bun is IN the oven. You call “him” Punchki, I call him, “him”…too bad about the yogurt. He is gonna be a “meat and potatos man” for sure. So, here I am. Are you shocked? I am going with you tomorrow. what time do I meet you, or pick you up, or you pick me up? Love, mom to you, Auntie Anxiety to the world.
Warning Comment
Girl it should be OK, but you might want to check with your prenatal specialist/doctor before you go straddling a hog. THE CHURCH LET YOU GO?!?!??!! Was it after they found out you were pregnant? You may want to contact the EEOC and see if you have a case.
Warning Comment
Ok firstly there are just way too many WOOTs in this entry! Secondly of course is the whole bread thing, I STILL crave fresh warm bread and butter…. xxx
Warning Comment
So that’s where the yogurt thing came from on your Yahoo name! My neighbors at home are reclueses (is that a word?) too. I only see the guy early in the morning when he’s walking his dog and stopping in our front yard to stare at our house (creepy!!!!), and I’ve never seen the woman. I think she’s still alive….
Warning Comment
I want some bread!! LOL. I added your mom to my faves. 😉
Warning Comment
The story about the cats is funny. We’ve had a lot of random kittens in our neighborhood lately, too. They are everywhere! RYN: If only it was that easy… LoL! “Please don’t come to my wedding, then I don’t have to talk to you anymore.” =)
Warning Comment
Oh, and I love that you nicknamed your baby Punchki!
Warning Comment