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Friday, September 23, 2005

Living out of a suitcase sucks big donkey dick

Well, the Momenator, the dog, the two cats and I have made it to Birmingham. We are on our way home. From Da Burgh we went to Tennessee and then to here and then tomorrow home. I just wanted to break it up and not tax myself or the pets anymore. I mean, not like I am rushing home to a job. (More on that later.) With any luck, we will be back in my house by tomorrow afternoon. However, I have the in-laws staying by my house. You might ask how I could be such an ingrateful bitch as to not want anyone in my house but I just don't. Nevermind that I camped out at other people's houses for almost a fucking month. Nope, I am such a shrew that I want my house to myself. I so gotta get a fucking grip. Anyways, enough about the selfish bitch that is moi. I have, in recent days, began to catch up on some of y'all's blogs. A lot has been going ON. LOLOLOL. I am still getting caught up and there were some blogs that, for whatever reason, I could not see on my aunt's computer so that was fucking annoying. So, Lawbrat, Jessica and Spelunk, I promise I am getting caught up on y'all. I did not forget y'all. Promise.

I have a ton of pictures to post. I promise to get back in the saddle once I get home. Oh, here is a newsflash. I quit my damn job. Yeah, I did. I found a way to work from home and after MUCH discussion with the husband (can we afford this? can I be disciplined to work from home? holy shit, did you know I can watch Guiding Light every blessed DAY?), he gave me the go ahead to give the ole firm the big heave ho. I will be doing contract paralegal work and I think it is gonna be fan-fucking-tastic. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers that I will not be a giant slack ass with this and will manage to pay the bills. The husband has been really supportive, thank goodness. Oh, and I agreed to cook. Like often. Like in the kitchen. And not just with stuff that is microwaveable. Holy shit, y'all. Send in the majorly easy but look tough recipes please. I need all the fucking help I can get.

I gotta get back to my book because it is nearing the end and getting soooooooooooooooooo good. Keep those in Rita's path in your prayers. I am sure that goes without saying. :)

Elizabeth at 4:34 PM



at 9:31 AM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Congrat's on your freedom from THE MAN. That is fabulous.

at 8:39 AM Blogger Kat said...

Congratulations on working from home! I would love to be able to do that but don't know that I would have the motivation to do actual work. Not for the first week or two anyway...

at 11:50 AM Blogger Cherry said...

SFG - Do NOT feel selfish for wanting your house to yourself. You have been through a very hard experience, and I'm sure nothing sounds better that being back in your house with your hubby.

Congrats on working from home!! I am jealous!! :)

at 4:07 PM Blogger Annejelynn said...

the title of this post? (choking with laughter)


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