Thank you Mom and Dad...

These last couple months have been like a financial triage for Nine and I. She has been much more reliable about telling the internets about it on her blog. Medical bills, hourly cutbacks on both our parts at work, mine so severely I had to take on several new jobs to supplement. Add to that my car kept breaking down, requiring me to pout more of my life's bloos money into it.

It has been like a triage, Nine and I frantically trying to stem the tide of money flowing out, and trying to find ways of finding new cash flow in. It has been a slowly loosing battle.

Until now. With 4 jobs, all of which I will be getting my full hours on starting next paycheck, will ensure that we lose no more money. But we would still be in the red, if not for my parents. My dad bought the parts my car needed, and helped me install them. That alone probably saved us $500. And then for my birthday, my mom gave me $300. Cash. With payday just two days ago, and that extra $300, Nine and I will be set until tax time, and any problems after that will be moot.

So, thanks mom and dad. I am not the best kid in the world, but I am trying.

Long time no see, Internets

Well, it has been a long, LONG time since my last post, according to Nine. And she is right. So guess what that means. Yep, its UPDATE TIEM NAO!!

First, a status list of my life. Since my last blog posting:

# of jobs: 4
# jobs I hate: 3.5 (Not sure if I totally hate the newest one, or just the stupid that wanders in.)
# of Dr. apptmnts Nine has had: A LOT
# of Dr. apptmnts Nine still has before we can do it: TOO MANY.
# of times my car has broken down on me and demanded me to throw money at it: 5
# of times my car plans on breaking down before I get really pissed and roll it off Pt. Fermin cliffs: 1 MORE FUCKING TIME. I DARE YOU!!!!!

And that is my last month in a nutshell.

Seriously, the car is just becoming obscene with the stupid. Although this last time was my dad's fault. He forgot to tighten an important hose down, and my power steering went the way of the dodo. And since I do not possess the proper tools to fix it, my attempt to fix it only bought me a day before the car died again. At least I know what's wrong, and I can fix it tomorrow. I will jury run it to autozone, get the stuff I need, and then borrow there wrench. Should be good, by that time.

New job: Working at a motel now. Not terribly seedy, but chock full of prostitutes. A question for you to ponder. When a prostitute, upon finding out that you are a new employee says, "That's why you have been so polite..." Is that a good thing? or a bad thing? I wasn't sure, so I smiled vacantly and nodded.

Well, my 1 hour break between the No-Tell Motel and Toasty's is over, and I need to go clock in at Toasty's.

Talk about Stupid that walks right up to you and shakes your hand.

Oh.

Joy.