What’s my name?

Methinks something el bizarro is happening with my mind these days.  No really?!

As those who read me know, this is Jack.  I write in orange, most of the time.

Today, we are in Corsicana (as we were yesterday), searching for some place to move into.  Waco, or rather the part of Waco that we live in, has become rather nightmarish, and we don’t want to bring Elisabeth, Tiffany, Alicia, Isaiah, and Naomi to Drug Central.  Hell no!  Not MY kids!!!!!

Anyway…..

I’m typing this entry on Mama’s computer.  I almost wish we could stay here two more days, because Nanny turns 84 on December 4th.  I don’t like that my only contact with her that day might be by telephone.

As for WalMart….

I really embarrassed myself there the other day, and I haven’t been back to work since.  I’m ashamed of myself for having a job only for a week.  I’m not terminated yet, but one more day (after today) and I will be.  But we’re moving, if we can, so….

I have discovered that they are WAY short on substitute teachers here in Corsicana, and that my former superior is no longer the one who handles subs, so I’m going to try to start subbing again.  If they’re so short, then I can probably make a decent living doing that.  God, that would be so nice.

My daughters would be proud of me.  I don’t want my kids to be ashamed of me.  That, above all else, is what matters to me, in Earthly terms, at least.

My Mikey just came out from getting ready.  We are going to look at a house at 9am.  It is 7:49am now.  Maybe we should already set out, because the landlord will be there at 8am, as I understood it.

I’ll do my best to keep you posted.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack