broke, so broke...

I wonder how many people are as broke as me.

I mean, it's a rhetorical question. But we are recoving from that slight whole 3-month-unemployment stint. And the income is welcome, but sheesh. Until we sell the house, we're going to be tighter than size 4 jeans on my happy ass.

Budgets are great when you have room to well, budget.

I remember scenes from my childhood. Mainly, 'yes, we mailed the check' half-truths responses to the myriad of bill collectors calling. We're not there. Nor are we at the 'credit counseling' bit where you throw your credit cards at them sob 'i can't take it anymore' and they cut your payments virtually in half and solve it for you while you just cut one small check for a few years. Tempting, but not there yet.

And it's this big secret, right. Because listen people, we are the ONLY ones struggling here. EVERYONE ELSE except us, has it peachy....

Okay I do know that's not true. I'm tempted to buy the total money makeover book with a gift certificate I have to Barnes and Noble, but not sure the book is worth the money until well, we actually HAVE money to fix the budget with.

So that's what I'm going to tell the bill people.

"I'm sorry, the budget is broken, however, as soon as the correct parts come in, the budget will be fixed, and we'll be able to help you." Parts being money.

So back to hoping the house sells soon! I meet the realtor on Monday, and am hoping that my house will be the exception, though it's not 'exception' quality... I mean, you have three kids, three cats in a house decorated for three kids and three cats, you'll know what I mean...

It's Friday, the wind and rain is pommeling, Colorado is getting MORE snow (I mean come on, I hope this isn't a new weather pattern that will last the entire time I live there) and the light in all of this is that my fence won't get knocked down. Because you can't knock down a fence that's already down. You can kick it, but you can't re-knock it down.


Bear and Turbo are in my bed.

"Momma momma" they called after the wind pommeled the windows...

I go to their room and see them standing in the doorway, matching Thomas flannel pajamas *yay I got them to keep their jammies on* Bear cluthching his "dee-dee"

"We need to sleep in momma's bed"

so on the way there... Bear says... 'mommy it's stormy out...'

awwwwww

Defeated by the cute.