Friday, March 31, 2006

What Color Green Are You? quiz
***You Are Teal Green***
You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you. Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible. While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks. Your warm personality nicely counteracts any strange habits you may have.

Monday, March 27, 2006

It has begun. I'm selling some stuff on eBay (the china and crystal etc from MiL mostly), picked up an initial load of boxes from UHaul and started filling them, sorting my fat clothes outta the closet for charity, cleaning and staging for realtor pix and showings when we're listed in a week or two.

I'm very glad that I did a lot of weeding and sorting during the last move. Much less to contend with.

Financially, we were pretty much down to our last bean. Honestly, I pat myself on the back for managing to survive four whole months without the bulk of our income. Here at the last, with a little help from family, my webwork contributions, tax refunds, and cashing out a 401K, we should be in good shape until income flows regularly again. I was a little worried that I'd have to wait for funds to do anything about the move then get stuck in manic mode with deadlines. Thankfully, that shouldn't happen now.

Healthwise, I'm taking this slow and easy. I'm sure there will be a push now and then, but I'm not going to unless I really have to. My BP is chemically under control despite the shifting but still tough stress factors. My remaining ailment is just not going to get fixed until after the move when I'm on insurance again. I'll have to work around it and pamper myself as much as I can in between.

Reckon I'll survive this. I've done it before. And, when I get to the desert, reckon I'll find a way to bloom where I'm planted. (Although, I still want some damn answers from the Universe on WHY.)

Monday, March 20, 2006

I have to move my whole damn household, again.
And to a place I don't want to go, again.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Despite being shafted by the Universe, I am still quite easily entertained. I found a gem at the grocery store. It was an 8-pack of wee orange juice cartons. Yes, compared to buying the same amount of juice in a regular carton, these little ditties are stupidly expensive. But... I LOVE THEM. They make me happy. It's insane how giggly and thrilled I am to drink from a perfectly formed miniature juice container. We're talking a 5" tall, 2" square little box that looks just like a juice carton that might have been zapped on Honey, I Shrunk The Kids. I should probably see a shrink... of a different sort.

PS - Apparently there's a GDMF move to New Mexico in my future. We'll know for sure in the next couple of days.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Oh, damn. We're being flown into NM Thursday/Friday for interviews. Yeah. I've looked. It's typical desert southwest. It's almost on the Mexico border. It way too freakin west. It's not my kind of place. *sigh* Why am I being tortured?

You know, if Spouse was in the military or such, I'd expect to get moved around the country. But dayam, he's a GM in auto sales. I mean, c'mon. It's not his fault we're shuffled. The Universe is effing with me/us. Spouse is looking in the right places but getting hits from the wrong places, places he didn't even check off on the job sites. WTF is that about?

Here's some history. Remember there are dealerships on every corner in America and most of them have to have GMs...

Spouse's job in central Ky (Home) disappeared because the dealer (owner) sold out to some old dudes who wanted to run the store themselves. After nine months of searching for another position, we got a hit from... BFE Nebraska. Had to take it.

Lived in BFE Nebraska for three years. Might has well have been Neptune. It's not the end of the Earth, but you can see it from there. Four hours just to get to an airport. Spent most of the three years trying to find a way out and back toward Home.

Landed in southeast Missouri near the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. At least it looked more like Home and I could drive Home in about six hours. Pretty nice place, pretty decent job... until the dealer started effing with things and micromanaged Spouse and his other GMs to the point where we couldn't make enough money to live on. A bit too slow on the uptake, after nearly losing our house and eventually filing bankruptcy, Spouse started job hunting.

Northwest Arkansas (which I initially referred to as Arkanfukinsaw because it's one of the few states with a worse reputation than Kentucky) was the only viable hit and too good to pass up job/money-wise. I wasn't thrilled but we found a beautiful place to live. Spouse is in golf heaven. The job was good, paid well... until the dealers/owners screwed up so badly with their other stores and company finances that they had to cut all their GMs loose for the cashflow.

I want to go Home. I do NOT want to go further west. After four months of unemployment we're pretty much out of financial resources and the only serious job possibility on the table appears to be in the Tex-Mex corner of New Mexico.


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

While the job opportunity I WANT is moving at a snail's pace, if at all, another has appeared on the scene... in Las Cruces, New Mexico.

To that I say NO. Cut it out. I want to go back HOME dammit. Quit effing around and get me there. PLEASE.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

RE 2/22... There was a 7.0 quake in Mozambique, but I dunno why I'd need to be grounded for that and it certainly wouldn't have been related to Spouse's trip. So... *shrug*... whatever. Maybe it was just the weather thing. Maybe it was a string of coincidences (although, as I've oft mentioned, I don't believe in them.)

On the topic of quakes though, I've noticed there's a bit of an upswing in the frequency of big quakes ever since that Mozambique one. Ripple effect perhaps. Nothing catastrophic so far and mostly in remote areas or offshore.

As for the travel, it went on. I enjoyed my week Home, as always. Got to spend a day with Mom and Grandma. It was mostly shopping, which I hate, but it was okay because of the company. Also had an errand which I only half accomplished. Did I mention that my MiL gave me her wedding china and crystal, as well as permission to sell it? Easier said than done. She gave it to me at Christmas and I'd left it at Mom and Dad's house. This trip was partly for packing that up properly and seeing where I might sell it there. The answer is nowhere, apparently. All the local sellers of such things recommended trying and I'd already checked with them. They buy for pennies and sell for big dollars. Not the deal I was looking for. I guess I'll try eBay. I'm not looking forward to it. But, at least I got it packed up and now it's stacked here and waiting.

In regards to me and my busted arse... It's still busted. I don't know if it's getting better (by very small increments) or if I'm getting used to it, gradually. It's still quite unpleasant and quite the hassle trying to be functional. Pain-in-the-ass just doesn't cover it. My latest theory is that maybe it's tied into perifuckingmenopause. There's a possibility that reduced hormone levels, which I already had due to some other stuff, have become low enough to interfere with the process. If so, I'm fighting a battle with my body chemistry which I cannot win. Can't investigate that either until we get employed and on insurance so we can afford the lab work.

And, speaking of employment... none as yet. Still hoping for the move back near Home, but prospective employers are never in as big a hurry to git-r-done as the prospective employee. So, we'll see.

That's the news from Lake Woebegon.