I’m annoyed today.

It’s another Disclaimer: If you are living with me, you might not want to read this post. If you’re my mom or sister, you might not want to read this.

It’s catch up time. I’ve been sick for a whole week and now it’s time to put down all the things that’s been rattling around in my head (everytime I cough)

I got an email from my boss and the audit ends at the end of this month. She requested that I send me her resume. I might have a couple weeks in between jobs. I am, of course, stressing out about this because I thought we were going to have extra money, but I got sick and didn’t keep track of the amount of money going out and now we are, what my mom would say – Up shit creek without a paddle.

I’m stressing out again. I woke up at 4 am in panic attack. I couldn’t go back to sleep because I could actually feel my hair falling out and an ulcer forming.
We have this promised Disneyland trip planned for March. I had money stashed away TWICE for this trip and each time it was used to buy food. I just don’t see this trip happening and I am, once again, going to be the ‘bad guy’ for having to veto this trip.

I don’t know if it’s the come down from all the medicine I have been on for the last week, but i’m totally on edge about everything.

Okay, next. The picture of my mom, The Fonz, that I posted yesterday that she hates. Get over yourself mother, This is my FAVORITE picture of you because it’s real. It’s fuzzy headed, bad lighting, dorky look. It’s the real you and I like fuzzy head picture. AND until you you get your own blog and learn how to post pictures on it, Shush Yourself.
(yeah, that should work)

Car insurance. Car Registration. Car Smog.
Me thinks I need to turn in the car because I really can’t afford it.

Oh, and it looks like someone BARFED in BOTH of my cars. WHY WHY WHY does he eat in the car? WHY? I swear BOTH cars are turning into my old minivan that we called “The Petri Dish”. We called it this because you weren’t sure you would find something growing in that car that would kill you or something that might save your life.
It was gross. When I got rid of Petri (okay, when I forgot to put oil in the car for a year and it died in a sad, clattering heap on the side of the freeway)I swore I would never let my car get that bad again. I didn’t. UNTIL THE ONE WHO EATS IN MY CAR moved in and now I swear,I SWEAR it looks like someone vomited in my car.
His idea of cleaning the car and my idea of cleaning the car are completely different.
I take it to the gas station and clean the living fuck out of the car.
He, picks up the garbage and sweeps the corn nuts under the mat.
I use auto febreeze, tire cleaner, armour all & Windex.
He uses the sleeve of his shirt to get the top layer of fuzz off the dashboard.
I’ve cleaned the cars the last 3 times. It’s a no-win situation. If I clean it and he gets it dirty, I BITCH about it and he gets PISSY. I mean, GUY PISSY, which is WAY worse than GIRL PISSY.

I should delete this post. It’s just a giant bitchfest.

This is what my blog was before, it was a place I came to get it out of my system and as of late I haven’t really done that. I need to get back to writing what is going on in my life because when I go back over old posts I need to see if I had made ANY progress what so ever or if I am just turning my wheels.