What was I thinking?

And, buying a house is a good idea why...exactly? See...eight months ago, I was paying absurdly cheap rent. I was living in a GREAT neighborhood (okay, there were occasional shootings, but...it was centrally located. Right by stores, parks, bridges. It was great). Yes, the apartment sucked and smelled and was filthy with that old kind of filth, but it was CHEAP, and I had $1,000 more a month, basically. Now, I have to find a way to scrounge up the extra grand, and why? So I can pay for a house I'm too exhausted to enjoy? I can barely survive financially, and I'm eating ramen noodles and peanut butter (okay, actually, no--I'd rather eat middle school lunches than ramen noodles, but still) and I'm working every day of the week, sometimes very long hours. I am crazy poor, and so freaking tired, I actually think that buying this house was the worst thing I've done in a long time...

I hate this house.

I wish I still paid $500 a month rent...oh, the good old days.

Portland Public Art: September 2006

Portland Public Art: September 2006

The Fee Feasible Prophecies

The Fee Feasible Prophecies

drunkmunky

drunkmunky

you MUST ignore the double chin, and focus on how cute the horse is

This is Wake. She is four months old.









And Priscilla (well, her nose at least) and one of the llamas. I don't know his name, but I call him Ernie. He answers, and we have long conversations. His job, at the farm, is to protect the goats from the coyotes. He does a real good job, too.

Oh man...

When the Student Is Ready, the Teacher Will Appear

Skinny construction worker: All I know is...
Obese construction worker: I told you I don't wanna hear it!
Skinny construction worker: Listen, I'm just gonna say this once, and I'll let it go.
Obese construction worker: I said I don't wanna hear it!
Skinny construction worker: Nobody, and I mean nobody, should sweat when they eat. There, I said it!

--McDonald's, Wall St

Overheard by: Robert

via Overheard in New York, Sep 3, 2006

Well, that's a good point, but...maybe they shouldn't be eating at McDonald's then...I mean, I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'...because, bottom line, eating at McDonald's says a lot about your eating habits. Crap, tubby, pack a lunch with some vegetables. Let's see what kind of sweat you can work up with that celery.

Speakin' of--me and that cholesterol problem? We're doing just fine! Been hitting the gym, watching what I eat, quit smoking--hell, tomorrow will be 2 months! Damn! The weird thing about not smoking: I'm not hanging with my smoking friends so much, so, as a direct result, I'm not drinking so much, as well. This is good, especially for the wallet and the waist, but it is a little less fun. I mean, it's obviously more responsible, and I know there isn't all that much attractive about a drunk-off-her-ass almost-forty-year-old, but sometimes, just sometimes it's fun to be an ass, you know? Sometimes it's a drag to be the grown-up all the time.

That said: I'm hoping to tie one on tonight. I mean, school starts on Tuesday (oh, so freaking excited, by the way--I mean, I can't wait! The room isn't ready, and all the copies aren't made, and for some reason, I'm not even stressed out, but SHEESH I'm excited about Tuesday! Oh, such a nerd!) and once that happens, I'm not so great at taking time for myself. I have a hard time unwinding, so tonight, I might be obnoxiously drunk. Oh boy.

With the start of school, I realized that this has been the suckiest summer I've had. Usually, I do some big huge camping trip, or at least hike my arse off--but not this year. Hardly camped and didn't really hike. I mean, I know there was family visits and farm stuff and Daisy almost dying, and all, so...the lameness of this summer is a little understandable. Oh--and the whole being-flat-ass-broke bit, too. I'm just hoping that it was an anomoly, and it won't happen again.