Sadness And Confusion And Weirdness. Oh My!

So, ok. I've been kinda feeling off. Josh's brother died on the 16th, and since then we've both been a little off. He was coming out of it a little, but then the funeral was the 23rd. So, we're both back to feeling off. I'm so glad Christmas is over, though. Maybe we can both come out of by New Year's Eve. 

I really wish I could have spent today with him. And I really wish I could spend next weekend wih him. -sigh-  This relationship keeps getting more and more complicated.  Maybe he will call me around midnight on NYE and we can "spend" midnight together. Of course, that's assuming he's off of work. I hate his schedule. The end. 

I'm going to pick up my second to last check tomorrow. Hopefully, I won't have to give the whole thing to my mom. She paid for the last of santa's gifts. I still have to get hair dye, an lbd, and my gifts to the girls. I'm going to get them each a stuffed toy, panda for Cam and giraffe for Jayde. Or maybe Camy would like an elephant instead. Idunno. I think I'll ask. Lol. 

The girls each got $30 Toys 'R' Us cards from the Eskews. That was extremely nice of them, since they aren't doing all that much better than we are. I haven't decided if I'm just gonna pick up their gifts or let them. Either way, it's gonna take forever. Har. I also have like $13 from last christmas for Camy. I'm thinking I'll do that and get something for the dollhouse. Yep. Yep. 

I've decided that I'm gonna write a script and send it to Kevin Smith.  Yep.  Lol. He hasn't written his new movie, yet. I know shit about hockey, but I can research.  Haha. Someone should probably let Mr. Smith know that a crazy girl from Lousiana will be penning HIT SOMEBODY for him. 

Yes, I am in a weird ass mood. So, there.  

What's That Smell?

It's me. I smell like shrimp. I just peeled and de-veined an entire pound and now I smell like shrimp. My grandma's making shrimp gumbo. A small price to pay for Gumboy goodness. Our neighbor caught the shrimp in June. Six months is still fresh, right?

I am so ready for Thursday. I don't think I can contain my excitement over Camy's dollhouse or Jayde's kitchen much longer. I'm going to have a blast putting them together. The magic and wonder of Santa shall grow, even though I am not a fan of telling them it was Santa. I had started the tradition of waiting until Twelfth night and saying it was the Three Wisemen, but because I don't homeschool, I really can't expect them to not know about Santa. So, I was defeated by the power of conforming. But I still didn't get Santa pictures done. Karen did with Camy even though I have told her that we don't want to enforce the Santa thing any more than we have to. At least she didn't make Jayde do pictures. And it's not like I am the only one who doesn't agree with the Santification of Christmas, Kyle agreed with me. So, she isn't just going against my wishes, she's going against his wishes too! BITCH! And people wonder why I don't like her. Yeah, it's a small thing, but seriously, it's one of the only things I've asked of her. Dhe could have at least done it. Although, it's pretty much not surprising. I also said no Webkinz and now we have 25. She started them. Of course, I continued them. I didn't HAVE to continue them. Oh well.

Anyway, the kids had a mish mash inside picnic for lunch. I gave them Velveeta chunks, raisins, chicken nuggets, french fries, cheese taquitos, Capri Sun, RitzBits peanut butter sandwiches, apple dippers, caramel sauce, and graham crackers. I think that was it. We had a small amount of everything so it isn't like they got a whole lot. Like the french fries, for instance. They had like 20 between the three of them. They each had one taquito. Small portions, so it sounds like a lot.

I bet you're wondering about my dreams, yes? I know you are. Well...NO P! But they did include a certain of age Jonas Brother....Shut-up, he's adorable!

Anything else? I don't think. Oh. We're going to make handprint cookies tonight. I'll tell you how that goes. I've never done it before, but I thought of it the last time we made cookies.

As If Losing My Job Wasn't Enough

My face is completely broken out. My mom asked me why. Let's think about that one, Mom.

I lost my job just over a month ago which means no money coming in. I have only applied for one job, but that's pretty much my fault. I don't care to apply anywhere else. I do have my license, but whatever for now. It's 10 days to Christmas and I haven't even began shopping. I don't even know what I'm going to get anybody or really how I'm going to pay for it. I'm on the rag this week so it's like HORMONES! Yeah. Nothing major. Just STRESS...like usual. Plus now I can't find the divorce papers he had me served with and my lawyer and mom each want a copy Why my lawyer didn't get a copy to begin with is beyond me. I'm just here for show, I guess.

The court date is set for January 6th AKA Epiphany for those of you playing along. I got served on the 10th of the month, giving me 15 days to answer. 15 days from the 10th? Anyone? Anyone? CHRISTMAS! Yes. Christmas. And Epiphany is how many days from Christmas? TWELVE! Epiphany's sometimes called Twelfth Night. It's when the wise men blew into Jesus' life...finally. So...what is it with this guy and the holidays?

I should probably be putting this on the other blog, but I was anxious to use this one. Har. And honestly that really doesn't bother me. What bothers me is thinking that Dodge is going to take my car! I'll probably bore you with the details over there or something.