tinhuviel: (Kelat in Mourning)

She changes everything She touches, and everything She touches, changes.

This afternoon and evening, I am burning an anointed blue candle to try to bring myself a little bit of peace of mind, as much as can be mustered. The dance of the flame, along with the muskiness of my incense, allows me to still my mind, if only for a period of time.

Friday, it will have been two weeks since Janice got a lawyer to do a title check on the Mother Unit and me. He told Janice that it would be about two weeks to get her an answer. I did my own title search under my name, the address of the property in question, and of the Unit's name. The only thing that is coming up is from when I transferred the house to the Mother Unit right before I moved out here in 2013. So, that said, I'm trying to do something that is nearly impossible for me to do, and I am doing it to challenge my faith. Why? Especially at this unspeakably crucial life change.

Here's the thing: I am Mulder and Scully, all wrapped into one psychopathic fruit loop. I want to believe, but I can never quite surrender completely to what some might call faith. I worked diligently, leading up to the Full Moon, to draw upon ideas on how not to end up homeless, on how to swallow my pride and ask for help, if worse came to worse, and to light a little flame in my corner of existence to let the universe I'm here and I need help to get somewhere else, safely, with Smidgen and Toby.

But, I'm repeating myself, I know. It's just that it's a tad terrifying to think of the alternatives if I can't get us back home...ANYWAY,   
what I'm getting at is, there should be no reason any liens against the house would exist, and it clearly states the deed belongs to the Mother Unit, so I am putting my money where my mouth is, and I am not setting up a GoFundMe until I know for certain whether or not I need it. I'm being mindful of my roaming thoughts, of which I have too many, and I am redirecting the thoughts from "what if...________?" to "I am grateful for this moment's peace, and the many moments of happiness I know lie before."

Let me be clear here; I'm not talking about testing the gods, or trying to bribe anything in the other realms. It's about testing myself. It's about finally admitting to myself that being a combination defeatist/impatient tackhead is a horrible thing to be, for my own wellbeing, and that I am the only one who can change this panicky chaos. So I am almost constantly, even in the background when I'm multi-tasking, chanting Reclaiming's indomitable "Kore" Chant, which states, in part, "She changes everything she touches, and everything She touches changes." When I'm at home, and not repeatedly whispering the chant in my mind, I'm singing the Native American healing lullaby, "Nah Bvey Hi-Ay" to myself. When I'm at program, in between in group session, I walk the labyrinth and either chant "Kore" or sing "Nah Bvey Hi-Ay."

In this time of change, "Kore" is the one statement about the Goddess I have ever heard, and I've treasured it for such a long time, from the beginning of my Pagan journey way back in 1988 until present time, I even decided to have it embossed on an altar I'm getting. Before my computer died and demanded replacement, and then I was told that I'm going to have to move, I took some extra money I had in March and commissioned an oak altar I had always wanted. One of the options of the creation of the piece was to have phrases or names in the font of your choice (of what they have available), inscribed into the wood. It can take five weeks or longer for it to be ready to ship, so I don't even know right now what address to give them in place of the San Diego one I provided! That is, if I have an address at all! This time in my life is the most momentous one I've experienced, even more so than the 2013 move. 

​The moment I returned to Her, radical changes began to happen, and continue to. And it's to this I cling right now, for change indicates that all things and situations are transformable.  But I have to have faith in this, not just know it.  If I can't, I am lost, no matter where I end up living, or not.

"We are changers; everything we touch can change."
tinhuviel: (Default)

I had been waiting to make an official announcement about our moving to Longview, Washington when I better knew more concrete details, such as when we were actually moving. I'm certain this is the first time 99% of you have gotten an inkling that we were leaving San Diego. The following account is extremely abridged, as I'm going to wait until the dust settles and make as full and accurate document as is possible.

The long and short of the reason for the move is that Matt's parents followed through on their ultimatum to Matt to clean up his hoard or get out. Everyone's lives are in an upheaval, yet Matt refuses even to admit he has a problem. You can't be a narcissist and successfully get treated for hoarding, because you can't take the necessary first step of confessing that you aren't fucking perfect. But I digress.

About a week ago, the Mother Unit informed me that I would have to pay more rent, but she would make no guarantees that I'd get any more than what I'm getting for my money now, like a bit more room in their refrigerator (I'm currently using one small produce drawer, which makes for more trips to the store, which exasperates the Unit. All that said, one of the reasons I've lost so much weight is that I would go hungry rather than bear the guilt of inconveniencing the Mother Unit to take me to the store.).

Anyway, my other option is to move back East. ...if I can afford it.

So, about a week ago, and a day after I was essentially invited not to move with the Mother Unit and Matt, I was informed that Matt's parents want us all out of the house by Bealtainne, the 1st of May. I had previously been given the vague impression that the move was going to happen in the late Summer. SURPRISE! Needless to say, I've been scrambling to figure out what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. If things go as hoped, planned, and ritualised, I'll be selling the Duncan house back to Aunt Janice and using the money to make the move, not back to Duncan, but home, to Asheville. If things don't go as hoped, Smidgen, Toby, and I could end up homeless and stranded in San Diego.

I am simultaneously elated and petrified, because I don't know on which side the coin will eventually rest. The thought of finally returning home brings tears of joy to my eyes, but the idea of being alone in a what is still to me a strange city, with no way to provide even shelter for my bebbies, freezes my heart with terror. At least I won't have to wait for very long to find out our fate. In the meantime, I'm composing a formal request for the GoFundMe account I'm going to set up. If the sale of the house is successful, I'll refund whatever money is given to me via that method. If it's not, then I can use whatever people give me to subsist until something more decisive is in place. Honestly, though, I think this is going to turn out remarkably well, and perhaps even better than I am dreaming. Since I'm usually steadfast in my assertion that the glass is always half empty, I'm taking this optimism as a very good omen indeed.

"Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong."
tinhuviel: (Hot Damn!)

Making a List and Checking It Twice

Then I check it again.  And again.  And again and again and again.  No, I am not the Ginosaji, but I think I may have discovered why my memory has become a cess pool of forgetfulness over the past few years.

Earlier today, I went to the Imaging Healthcare site to confirm my EEG w/Sleep Deprivation test for Tuesday morning.  My neurologist wanted me to have the test before my surgery date.  While I was on my portal at Imaging Healthcare, I found the test results for my many procedures, dating as far back as October, 2013.  I clicked the report generated from my MRI of last year.  According to the physician who examined the imagery, there is nothing that would indicate why I have seizures and migraines; however, he made note that I have "Mild Diffuse Cortical Atrophy."  What exactly is that?

It means that a portion of my brain cells have dropped dead.  It seems to be relatively common in people who suffer from migraines, which I have all my life, except for that nice extended break in my late 20s.  The primary symptom of this condition is forgetfulness, because it is a form of dementia.  To experts' knowledge, the condition does not cause seizures, but it can cause you to stand at the fridge with the door open, wondering why they hell you'd come into the kitchen in the first place.  The thing is, though, is that cortical atrophy is mainly associated with elderly people.  


It's a natural part of growing old; however, it can also indicate dementia and the beginnings of Alzheimers Disease.  I just approached an online doctor about it.  Hopefully, my questions will be answered, despite my not subscribing to the 'Ask a Doctor' website.  If I had the money, I might, but people who are running GoFundMe campaigns because their medical situation is guaranteeing they won't make ends meet in any conceivable way tend not to shove their debit card in a virtual doctor's face and shriek TAKE MY MONEY!, especially when said persons are going back to their neurologist for the EEG results sooner rather than later.  It would be frivolous and unresponsible to pay to have my question answered, when I can barely pay attention for being so broke.  Then again, maybe I can't pay attention because my brain is dying in increments.  Whatever.  At any rate, here's what I wrote to the "Emergency Medical Hologram" (Geek points to those who get that):

Since 2008, I've been having grand mal seizures.  I was 41 at the time.  They're well under control with the dosage of Keppra I'm on, and my neurologist keeps a close eye on me, doing annual tests and having me keep a diary of my migraine headaches.  I'm due to go for another EEG with sleep deprivation next week.  As I was setting up my appointment for a bone density scan ordered by my OB/GYN, I noticed that I could access the results of my previous tests, one of which was the MRI my neurologist ordered last year.  Everything appeared normal except that I exhibited "Mild Diffuse Cortical Atrophy."  Is this normal for a 47-year-old?  From what I have read, it's an age-related issue that could be nothing, especially if you are a senior citizen, although it could mean you might have the beginnings of Alzheimers.  For the past four years, I have struggled with memory issues.  It often takes me three times longer to do things because I keep forgetting what it is I need to do next to complete whatever project I'm working on.  My longterm memory seems relatively okay, but I'm constantly having to retrace my steps to make certain I'm doing or have done what I need to at any given moment.  Should I be especially concerned about this, or am I just well on my way to joining AARP?

For now, I'm going to try to not let that report worry me, since I need to focus what rudimentary mental ability I still have to the task of preparing for this surgery and the subsequent week or so of recovery.  This next week is going to be busy, what with my pre-op visit and EEG, both of which are on Tuesday, then a surgery consult with my pain doctor, since she's the one who has to oversee the pain management after the procedure.  Those are the only two days I need to leave the house, which is great, because I need to begin sorting what clothing I need to take to Angie and Cierra's, gather up any connectivity cords and my extra surge protector, and prepare my room for Matt and the Mother Unit.  While I'm gone, they're going to clean up Syd & Nancy's cage and paint, among other things.  I also need to write out instructions on what Smidgen and Toby need and are used to getting, as well as draw a diagram of puppy pad placement.  Since Toby has been on Prednisone, he's become a peeing machine.  Most of the time, I get him out in time enough, but there will always be incidents, so I keep the carpet covered with the protection, but there's a certain way it needs to be done to reduce the amount of pads used while still being a flawless barrier between the carpet and Toby's cho-cha.  Thanks to the help I have so far received, I've been able to get another box of puppy pads, to ensure the Mother Unit does not run out of them.

After I have the instructions written out to my satisfaction, I need to write out some semblance of a will.  I want to make certain that I am not intubated or put on life support of any kind, should something go wrong during the surgery.  Also, I'm keen on bequeathing certain things to certain people.  Nothing I have is of any monetary worth, but there are some things that mean more than mere money.  I also want to have some sort of arrangements made for Toby and Smidgen, should I die, and I'm going to request that my ashes be taken to Craggy Dome on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Asheville.  I doubt my wishes will be adhered to, but I have to state it, just in case.  Getting my document witnessed and notarised has already been made possible, thanks to your generosity.

Later on in the week, I plan on zipping up to Oceanside to spend the day with Angie and Cierra.  San Diego transit isn't just for the city proper, but for the entire county, so I can take various buses and trolleys to make it up there to them.  I'm looking forward to the journey and to seeing those crazy Oceanside chicks.  What I'm planning is to go up and go shopping for some of the heavier items, that Angie and Cierra can store for when I arrive from the hospital.  It will cut down on having to haul the stuff from the store to the house, then from the house to the car, then from the car to the apartment, and so on.  Right now, I can carry bottled water and large bottles of juice, both of which I'll need post-op.  After the surgery, lifting things like that won't be an option.  Wiser to get anything I can do beforehand done, so things will be easier post-op, right?  Again, thanks to your kindness, I'll be able to buy these supplies this next week, and have one less worry clinging like a funky monkey on my back.


So that's where we are for now.  I want you all to know how humbled and amazed I am by your outpouring of fundages I know you can ill afford.  Despite my misanthropy, I am always awestricken by how people can pull together when any sort of shit hits the fan.  Religious, racial, and cultural differences are swiftly ignored and reviled by folks as each person does what s/he can with the seemingly impenetrable hope that things can and will get better.  That's a testament to the goodness within us, despite our fatal flaws.  If I had not known this before I launched my GoFundMe campaign, I would have been smacked by the Clue-by-Four of Kindness within just a few hours afterward.  Thankfully, I didn't need the Clue-by-Four, because I have always had faith in my friends...my tribe.

Again, thank you from the bottom of my shriveled little heart.

I'll be back with more updates as they come.

tinhuviel: (Doomsday Clock)

Ever wonder what pre-surgery stress looks like when you know you won't have enough money to cover surgery-related expenses after you wake up? It looks like this screen-cap of Ren Höek from the old show Ren & Stimpy.

On September 14th, I'm going to be having a pretty major surgery that dictates I have at least 10 days of recovery without a steroid-bloated dog and a 14 pound monster cat vying for top spot on my abdomen, which is the surgery site.

As a result, I'm having to spend my recovery time away from home, which means I'll essentially be trying to maintain two homes for at least 1/3 of the month. Since May, I have been fighting my way through the red tape of student loan disability discharge after my monthly fixed income started getting garnished over $200 a month, leaving me in a deficit every month since.

That, combined with the extra expenses I am facing with co-pays, surgery-related medications and extra doctor visits, pulling my weight with my friend and her daughter, who are letting me camp out at their home during the recovery process, and providing proper finances to my mother and roommate, so they can take care of my cat and dog in my absence, means I'm probably going to run out of money very shortly after the 14th. If that happens, I will probably end up doing without medicines and any after-care therapies I might need to successfully recover, which will only add to my health and financial problems in the future.

I've done the calculations and I'm figuring at the bare minimum, I could scrape by and not be a burden to anyone with my transportation, food, an pet maintenance needs, if I could raise $500. Whatever you can do to help with this would be appreciated beyond my ability to properly express.

Even if I don't reach my $500 goal, anything will help at this point, so please give it some thought and, if you think I'm worth the gamble, click the appropriate buttons.

Thanks for reading!

tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)

Today I went to see Dr. Denysiak about my lab results and any health concerns I may have. I was a bit nervous to go, because I was going to be asking her to do things for me, one of which is something I'm sure doctors are burnt out on doing, the other of which regarded a thing I could never broach to my docs in South Carolina, because I already knew it was a futile attempt on all our parts.

  1. I need certification from my PCP to send with my discharge request to Nelnet, so my paltry monthly sum will stop being garnished over $200 a month.  I need Dr. Denysiak to confirm that I am indeed permanently disabled.

  2. I want to get the ball rolling on the skin removal surgery I need, and I had to ask her what she and I needed to do to make that happen.

Because I was antsy about all that, my blood pressure was elevated at one point.  I say "at one point" because the nurse took it five times, one of which was lying down, and another standing up.  Lowest reading was 98 - 50, highest 150-100, all within the course of about 10 minutes.

When Dr. Denysiak came in, she told me that she was referring me to a cardiologist to dig deeper into my blood-pressure conundrum.  She went over my labs and I'm still extremely deficient in some vitamins and minerals, the worst levels of which were B12 and Iron.  I got a B12 shot today, and I have to go every month for one, until my body gets straightened out.

Blind as a damned bat!

She asked me when was the last time I had my eyes checked.  I told her it had been years ago.  I was nearsighted then, and my vision has really only gotten worse, probably because I lost my glasses in that car accident my seizure caused in 2012, and I couldn't afford to pay for another check-up and get the glasses replaced.  As I mentioned earlier, the palm trees out here look like giant umbrellas to me, just as the deciduous trees in SC all looked like giant broccoli.  She pushed the referral through and said I could go upstairs as soon as I left to set up an appointment with one Dr. Couris.  I go see him in August.

She said the referral for the cardiologist should be sent by tomorrow, at which time I can call for an appointment to have the blood pressure issue addressed.  In 2013, the Mother Unit strongly suggested that I get my heart checked, since she had to have heart surgery due to a possible genetic issue that affected the heart.  I never did.  Given my default frame of mind since 2011, I didn't care if I had the same condition or not.  In fact, I hoped I did and that it would kill me ASAFP.  But, I'm going to follow the doc's orders and give this heart doctor a call to set up an appointment.

I then asked her if she would fill out the necessary paperwork for me to send to Nelnet, so I can stop having what little money I get garnished by institutions who haven't a monetary care in the world.  She didn't hesitate with her resounding yes.  I think I melted a little from relief.  In the meantime, though, those who know me should consider me indefinitely too broke to pay attention.

The other question was a seriously big deal for me, because I was told before I even got the gastric bypass surgery that I would be denied the procedure to remove my excess skin, when or if the time came.  That's how I began my request to Dr. Denysiak, that I had essentially forgotten about skin removal surgery, because it was never an option to begin with, not in South Carolina.  I told her how my back pain had gotten worse over the months and that the affected area was directly across from the dead weight of my stomach, giving me rise to believe that if that weight weren't pulling on my spine all the time, my back might get better and I would be better able to excercise and lose more weight.  I also told her about the skin infections I've had to fight over the years, the worst of which are the topical yeast infections.  She had me show her the area in question, and immediately sent an insurance request and referred me for an initial consultation with a plastic surgeon, commenting that she doubted my pre-certification would be denied.

img_1050.jpgAfter Dr. Denysiak left the room, the Mother Unit and I began to discuss the surgery as we waited for the nurse to return with the B12 shot.  Being the sick bastard Mama is, she suggested that I ask the surgeon for the skin he removes to make myself a lampshade for my strange Gothic lamp she thinks is so ugly.  We were cackling like lunatics when the nurse returned, so I told her what we were laughing about and she started cackling, too.

Secretly, though (well, not so secretly, now that I'm writing about it online), I would love to be able to do that.  Mine is the kind of lamp that screams human skin lampshade material.  And, hell, why just throw it away?

Waste not, want not, as they say...


Feb. 27th, 2013 11:36 am
tinhuviel: (PSA)
This is just fan-fucking-tastic.
I got a call from HP regarding this computer I have had just under a month, and they're saying the problem with it is induced and, if the case manager who is supposed to call me tomorrow, determines the problem is my fault, I'll have to pay almost $300 to get it repaired. Soooo, I may be without a computer altogether.
I swear to god, I'm about to fucking give up. The computer is my only contact with people right now. I'll be completely cut off from everyone.
Actually, no I'm not about to give up. I've already given up. What with the car, the migraines, the heater, the DVD player, and everything else that's flown to hell, I just fucking GIVE UP.
I'm done.


Feb. 25th, 2013 06:25 pm
tinhuviel: (Yay....)
Hey guys. My computer is in the hospital and I have no way of seeing who sent me money. Please, if you sent me anything, could you let me know how much you sent to me and what your paypal address is? I want to give it back to you. Thanks.
tinhuviel: (Pensive)
Ginny suggested I do this, but I feel like such a loser (because I AM) for doing this. But I need financial help. I have no way of taking care of this problem myself because of all the credit issues that came about when my health declined and I started owing so much on medical bills. I need $5000 to go along with the $6000 I have to pay for the repair of my car. Don't ask...it's a long, convoluted story that I am ashamed to talk about. If anyone could help me, my paypal is under susperia5@yahoo.com. Or if you could take out a loan for me, I promise I would pay you back every cent. I already pay so much for shit that has happened this past year, I don't even go to the grocery store anymore. But, since I'm really not eating, that's not a big issue. Anyway, if you can help, that'd be great. If you can't, I totally understand. I'm pretty much tired of all this anyway, so the money may be a moot point at this time.

That said, if anything happens, I'll make sure my aunt has a way to contact you all here on the Cliffs.

I love you all. I really do. You've been such wonderful friends, and I feel like I'm taking advantage of that friendship by asking for this help. I am such a loser. I don't deserve any help, but I figured I'd ask anyway.

Sorry for the ramble.
tinhuviel: (Frustration)
I trawled through previous posts of LJ friends and tried to post comments as much as possible. I feel like I'm neglecting everyone, not that my involvement means anything. I'm usually very involved on Facebook, because it's more friendly to media and that's what I'm focused on mostly right now. I desperately try to find amusing things in my life right now. I don't think I want to flood other peoples Live Journals with a bunch of useless crap that makes me feel better. If we're friends on Facebook, you know what I mean here.

I was supposed to have an appointment with my psychiatrist yesterday, but when I went, they said my appointment was on December 4th. I took up a couple of hours of Janice's time going there and to the store and post office, which was closed by the time I got there (I trawled through previous posts of LJ friends and tried to post brujah). The first thing I did when I got home was check my appointment card. It says November 28th. I put the card in my purse to show to the receptionist when I go back. I thought I had lost my mind, but it turns out I didn't. I had to call Janice, who had gone to a nearby K-Mart to just roam around whilst I waited to see the doctor, then I started walking up the small road the psychiatrist's office is on. As I walked, I sprained my ankle on the uneven pavement and fell. My ankle started swelling up almost immediately and it hurts like hell today. I can't go to the doctor about it because I've been tagged as a drug seeker after my suicide attempt last November. They wouldn't give me anything for the pain because of that, so I'm taking Ibuprofen, which make flare up my ulcer. If I start vomiting blood, I'm not gonna let anyone know this time. I don't really care. No one is gonna help me anyway.

It's pretty cold here. My heater won't turn on. I have propane for heat. I don't have the money to call the repairman out, so I emailed the Mother Unit to see if she could help me a week ago. She hasn't responded. I'm sure she's tired of my asking her for money. Janice brought down a small electric space heater, but those things use so much electricity, and I can't afford a large electric bill, so I'm using it sparingly only at night. At the moment, I can hardly feel my hands, they're so cold.

My life is shit. I wish I could deal with everything as well as
tinhuviel: (Crone)
After a night of unprecedented agony, I waited until it was time for Mary Black Urgent Care, and then I went to them with my noodly arm to see if I had broken anything. They took 859 X-Rays and I was horrified by the pain this caused me, having to position the arm in forms that any Yoga practitioner would drool over with envy. Doctor came in and told me the shoulder looked fine, that is was obviously just a very bad sprain. He gave me some sort of steroid medicine and some pain pills. I asked him if this steroid medicine would make me all muscle-y and aggressive. He told me only on the full moon. I almost chuckled at this, but couldn't gather enough gumption to do so.

Speaking of aggression, I love this Jeep that the rental company gave me. It's Vast and Vivid. I feel like I should star in the next Monster Truck show that occurs on SundaySundaySUNDAY!! Truth be told, I'm inclined to be unnecessarily violent to the drivers around me, pedestrians, and Wal-Mart. I love this Jeep ~ madly, truly, deeply. I'm gonna have to take a picture of this monolithic weapon on four wheels. I postponed coming back home for as long as I could, but my fear of having to put gas in mah sweet ride compelled me to get my arse thence. Mainly because I have a negative balance in my bank account. :/

Oh, and I went by Bradshaw to pick up the bag of dog food in the trunk. While I was at it, I also got my round blue hippie glasses, 'cos you can't find them anywhere anymore. When I found these in a wee rinky-dink shop up the road (it has since closed), I was seriously gleeful, especially since they only cost a dollar a pair. I got four pairs, two of which went to Barry, given his affection for this type of sunglasses. I kept the other two, one of which got smooshed when I plummeted to the ground at Craggy Gardens. So this is the only pair I have and I do not want to lose them. Anyway, the peeps at Bradshaw did not have any information about whether the car was reparable or needed to be written off as total loss. They told me that, as soon as one of guys went out and looked it over, he would contact Nationwide with an either an estimate or the news that the car is totalled. They would also call me about the $500 deductible and how we can go about my paying them without having a stroke and heart attack. If that's even possible.

Truth be told, a part of me hopes the ION can't be repaired and I have to get another car, even if it is used. My car is as haunted as my house. I'm not sure if I mentioned this in another post, but I'm talking about it now. I keep seeing Aunt Tudi in the car beside me. The box that contained her ashes is still in the trunk because I can't...I just can't. Something different would be very welcome. By the same token, I'm not thrilled about the possibility of taking on a car payment. I'm barely surviving right now, so how could I safely take on another monetary obligation? Another part of me is hoping the collision center will inflate the estimate so that it'll cover the deductible. That would be brilliant, but I'm not sure they could even do that, or would.

In the meantime, I'm thinking of going to sell at the flea-market next weekend. I'm pretty sure that there is a lot of Aunt Tudi's hoard that may bring me some much-needed fundage. I've just been putting off going through things because I find it literally unbearable. I am immobilised by a grief that just won't go away. But I have to now. Aunt Tudi would be pissed at me if I didn't do what was necessary for my survival. Yet another reason why I'd be better off not to survive. But what-the-fuck-ever.

If something doesn't start going my way for once, I may be forced to take my Jeep and flatten the entire upstate. Road Rage is one of my hobbies but, now that I have a vehicle that could actually make my dreams of madness and mayhem come true. So you in jail (gaol) my friends!

One more thing; if you have the moolah and are inclined to share some with this sad-ass, just clickie on this button. It would be deeply appreciated.


Apr. 11th, 2012 07:50 pm
tinhuviel: (PSA)
Marginally, I'm here. Don't want to be, but I am. I'm hoping the haunting isn't with me tonight. I really need to sleep. I don't go to the mental health department until the 19th, but I'm hoping to get a personal psychiatrist before I have to go over there. They really don't help a thing, and try to force you into "support groups" that have nothing to do with your situation. So yeah, not happy with all that.

Thank you to those who have so far helped with my "cause" of getting that stupid car fixed. Well, the car isn't stupid, but I am. All I was trying to do was save a squirrel's life. The ramifications of trying to do the right thing are bitch-slapping me like whoa.

I'm trying to keep my mind busy with frivolous crap at the moment. The writing has, once again, taken a back-burner. And, really, what does it matter in the long run? I doubt if anybody ever reads that hoo-ha anyway.

I've got to catch up on my reading tonight. Last night was a bust, and I can't let that happen again, not with Clive waiting. Right now, I'm watching some stupid Chiller movie, and it's really not worth my time. I'll do something more constructive once the sun is back down.

Gonna try to sleep tonight. Got very little last night, and waking up was no joy, since I thought Aunt Tudi was sleeping on the couch. I hate this place. I really despise it. At least I'm not currently in a haunted vehicle. The rental agency put me in a gigantic Jeep. That's pretty much my ticket to stay home as much as possible. Who can afford gas in such a monster. Not I.

As The Roth would say..."and so it goes."
tinhuviel: (Crone)
Well, since I had way more bills than I expected this month, I am beyond broke (-95 in the bank). This means that I cannot pay for my insurance deductible in order to get the car repaired, I can buy food, I won't have gas for the car (if I even had a car, that is), and I won't have medicine because I can't pay for the refills (gooooo SEIZURE TIME!). Next month is already looking bleak because of some more bills, like taxes, house insurance, car insurance (if I had a damned car) and so on and so forth. So I'm swallowing my pride here and asking for help. If you can, I'd really appreciate it. If you can't, I totally understand ~ everyone is broke, or so it seems.

So yeah...

tinhuviel: (Cadmus and Faust)
Currently, I'm looped on 7.5 Lortab and still eating amoxicillin like it was Pez candy. The receptionist at the dentist's office told me that I may need a stronger antibiotic, since I've been on this for almost a week and it doesn't seem to be working. Dr. Wyss told me to call him any time over the weekend if I needed him. I love him so much.

Before I went back to Dr. Wyss's for more pain meds, since he's closed on Friday, I spent the majority of my day at Spartanburg County Administrative Offices and the Social Security Office because SSO believed I owned two pieces of land. I had to go to the assessor's office to get that straightened out and get proof that I did indeed only own one piece of property. My social worker informed me that I would have probably already have received my retro SSI pay had it not been for this mix-up on my property. They believed that I had been less than a little honest regarding this and that I actually owned 101 Pauls Drive as well as 105 Pauls Drive. Once I got that sorted, I applied for Homestead Exemption, so that my taxes would be cheap-o, thanks to my being disabled.

I got all my paperwork in order, then made my way to the Social Security Office. Ms. Fincher made copies of everything she needed, then said she'd re-apply my disability claim. Because of their mistake, I'm going to have to have to wait one, maybe two more weeks, before receiving any retro pay. That means I have to wait on my root canal as well. Hopefully, I'll only have to wait until next week. In the meantime, the Mother Unit is loaning the money for my meds, so I don't try to lop my own head off with a dull butter knife.

I have been able to eat some boiled cabbage, as it's soft and nutritious. I'm also eating a lot of yoghurt so I don't end up with a yeast infection from all the antibiotics.

One good dollop of news I received was that I will indeed receive a retro SSI cheque as well as a SSDI retro cheque. On top of that, all of my medical charges accrued since 2009 will be covered by Medicaid, so I will be able to settle up with my debtors and pay a large chunk of fundage to the Mother Unit. Even though I feel like I could scream and die from the tooth pain, I do feel blessed to have found out all this good news.

I may have more cabbage to celebrate.
tinhuviel: (King Julien wahey!)
Once again, the [livejournal.com profile] mother_unit is pulling my figurative fat out of the figurative fire. As each month came ambling by, Aunt Tudi and I have been getting further and further behind because it's just not possible for two people to live on a tiny disability check. We had to go to the [livejournal.com profile] mother_unit to see if she could help with some of my doctors' bills, so they would continue to see me, and my prescriptions, among many other things. She was kind enough to help, no problem! She's so laid back about it. I owe her so much, it's just not even funny how much I owe her! By the time I'm approved for my disability (that is, if I'm approved), the first thing I'm going to do is send a big blob of fundage in the [livejournal.com profile] mother_unit's general direction...along with a fuckton load of the Smooches of Gratitude.


May. 7th, 2010 03:57 pm
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
I feel like an albatross around Aunt Tudi's neck. She's constantly worried about money, agonizing over never having enough to do what needs doing. I thought I'd be able to make her twilight years the best she's ever had but, instead, I'm making her twilight years overly difficult and filled with anxiety. I keep telling her she'd be better off without me, that she could live just fine on her check each month without this albatross around her neck. Maybe I should just disappear.
tinhuviel: (Gothxmas)

  • The line from the gas tanks to the heater had to be replaced: $250.00 (not counting paying for the gas, which was an extra $253.57)

  • The clothes dryer had to be repaired: $65.00

  • The car had to be readied for cold weather: $87.00

  • I had to go to the doctor $60.00

This is besides our normal monthly utilities, which we barely make each month.

Merry freakin Christmas.
tinhuviel: (Gothxmas)
After freezing our asses off now for two weeks, we finally saved up enough to get gas for the heater only to discover that the heater won't work. The repair guy will have to come out and check the lines and fix the situation. $75.00 just for a visit. God knows what else will be added on to that. Merry fucking christmas.

Big Dog

Aug. 17th, 2009 07:29 pm
tinhuviel: (Smidgen and Tin May 2009)
According to Doc, it was a fairly large dog that attacked Smidgen, who was lucky to survive the attack, much less make it home. He had to keep her overnight to clean out the rather impressive wounds, repair the damaged muscle, and put in a couple of drainage tubes. If all goes well, I'll be able to pick up Smidgen any time after 9 AM tomorrow morning. I wrote the Mother Unit to let her know the skinny on Smidgen's bill of health, and to thank her for literally saving my feline friend's life. It's at times like this that make me seriously consider finding homes for all remaining animals. It's obvious that I can't sufficiently see to their needs and, had it be solely up to me, Smidgen would have lost her life because there's no way I could afford a vet bill right now. Sure, Smidgen and I have been inseparable since she was was a mere four weeks old but, in all honesty, I'm more of a detriment holding on to her than I would be if I found her a home with people who could care for her and be able to afford any unexpected bills that may arise.

This is a conversation I think Aunt Tudi and I may need to have sooner rather than later.
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
Yes yes, it is another random post filled with randomosity and other random goodness. This is where I take a sort of mind dump to cleanse the soul and ruin the lives of innocent people who chance upon this entry. Then again, as the great philosopher Hexina once said, "No one is truly innocent," when asked why she socked that "innocent" mime in the face. I can live with that proclamation. That said, if you continue to read, you're getting what's coming to you.

I don't care what anybody says, Hexed was a good movie. No, it was a great movie. It's basically "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" retold with the Arye Gross (I love him) as the boy and Claudia Christian (yes, Commander Ivanova!) as the wolf. There are so many comic scenes the drip pure genius, my chakras just vibrate on a higher level thinking about them. With lines like this, how can a movie go wrong? "She even attacked a mime. Just found out about it. Seems the mime had been reluctant to talk." In fact, I may abandon my serial killer extravaganza and pop in Hexed, which is really just an extension of the whole Sunday Serial Killer motif. Hexina is one of my heroes.

When I was a kid, my favourite superhero was Spiderman. [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin7t and I share this common bond. Even though my greatest childhood love was Darth Vader and all my other heroes were villains, Spidey was the exception to my unspoken rule of "no nice guys!" I didn't just idolise Spiderman, I wanted to be Spiderman. I would have given my left kidney to be able to shoot web out of my wrists and swing through town. My main thing was the animated series from the 70s. I've never in my life read a Spiderman comic. The only comics I was ever into were Archie comics. Nothing thrilled me more than to get a grape Slurpee and an Archie comic from the local 7-11. I was a simple girl, grateful for the little things. But the bigger the Slurpee, the better. Anyway, I still have a piece of my Spidey-drenched childhood: it's a Spiderman head water gun. When you pull the trigger, Spidey literally spits on you. It still works, too.

Aunt Tudi and I have a pool. I got it on clearance at the dollar store last year. It was normally like $70 or sommat. I got it for just under $20. It inflates as you fill it up and it's 3 feet deep, I think. Or 4 feet. Can't remember. Once I rid the back yard of fire ants, we're gonna set it up back there, so we can float about in privacy. It's big enough to need a filter and pump, so it'll be large enough for Aunt Tudi and me to enjoy some cool, watery goodness on the 3000 katrillion hot days of Summer enjoyed by us inmates here in South Carolina. I may have to chop down some bamboo and fashion myself a makeshift snorkel. I remember snorkeling in Mills River up near Asheville. The river was very deep in areas and quite peaceful. There's nothing quite like the sound of water flowing past your ears mingling with the sound of your own breath as you float like a dead body down the river, nothing showing but the snorkel. I get concerned now that a bird will land on my snorkel and poop in my mouth.

I just realised that I have a previously unremembered source of income. Lula'a'kei'a'Lani, the Hawaiian Goddess of Loose Change! It's the old coconut figurine bank I kept in the Pit. The scheme was to get people to put their loose change in the bank and make a wish. It wouldn't surprise me if I had $10 in that coconut bank! That's a half tank of gas. I could go somewhere and do something, if I so chose. But I don't so choose. I like being a hermit. If I never left the house again, that'd be fine with me. Screw the world, I have an iPod.

Oh, speaking of iPods, newbies here on the Cliffs may have noticed my referencing Son of iGor. That's my iPod and my second one at that. My first iPod, simply iGor, crapped out on me, but I had an extended warranty on it, so Apple sent me a brand new iPod. This is Son of iGor. If Son of iGor ever trashes out on me, I'll have to jump off a bridge because I can't replace him. If I could, though, my next iPod would be called Bride of iGor maybe, or Random Acquaintance of iGor. Or maybe even Distant Cousin of iGor, or iGor's Unfriendly Neighbour. Hell if I know.

What's wrong with Tim Burton? His movies used to be so wonderful but, here of late, it's been a hit-and-miss situation for him. His Planet of the Apes was an affront to all ape-lovers everywhere. It was just....wrong. And, even though I adore the imagery of the film, Sweeney Todd pretty much left me cold. I'm not big on musicals, though. No matter how lovely Johnny Depp was in that movie, I'm not keen on ever seeing the flick again. Speak your lines, Johnny, don't sing them. Tim Burton is the Goth culture's champion. He needs to stick with what he knows and not try to go beyond that. Just be yourself, Tim. Toxic Boy is who you are, not big-time hoity-toity director man. The next time you take a seat in your director's chair, remember Beetlejuice and Batman, and all else will naturally fall into place. Just sayin'. Oh, and don't go with any film composer but Danny Elfman. You make a magickal team. Don't try to fix something that ain't broke. Again, just sayin'.

I'm half-writing a new Joker-fic. No, I haven't revived the Date Series. This one isn't gonna be an erotic fanfic either. It's...I don't know what it's gonna be. All I know is that it's drawn from a discussion [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze and I have been having over the past couple of days. The occult and psychology play heavily in this one. I know it's gonna be short and, so far, it's totally unlike anything J-related I've written. One thing for certain: it has nothing to do with The Joker Blogs. So far, this one isn't fun, and something tells me that Cadmus' influence has a lot to do with this more archetypal Joker. I'm being pulled back to the Vampire world, despite my best efforts to avoid it for a while and have a few laughs. Oh, and to answer a question posed of me by [livejournal.com profile] delenn99: I'll submit my original work to publishers just as soon as I have an agent who is willing to take me on. Still looking for that. Any pointers on how I can lure a hapless agent into my Kung Fu grip? I'm all ears.

I want to go up to Cherokee and sit on a rock in the middle of the river up near the hospital. Maybe listen to some tunes on Son of iGor and contemplate Life, the Universe, and Everything.

The Cliffs of Insanity has a birthday coming up soon. The Blog will turn 7 years old. That's usually about the time a child starts becoming increasingly obnoxious. Since my journal started out that way, we can bypass that whole awkward phase and move on to greater pestiferousness and tomfoolery. Speaking of birthdays, Aunt Tudi turned 65 today. She has celebrated by sleeping. She does that a lot now. I'm by myself a good bit because she's asleep. I'm not complaining. I know it's because of her illnesses, but it bothers me a little because that's how Granny was a couple of years before she died. She had to wake up from a nap to go take a nap. I'm jealous of Aunt Tudi in that she can so easily sleep any hour of the day and I'm awake even when I am asleep, unless I drug myself into a stupour. Insomnia is the biggest bitch in existence, outshining even myself and [livejournal.com profile] stacye13, and that's no small feat. Aunt Tudi is like a cat now. I sit around this house looking at her and the cats doze all day long and I want to kill them in their sleep, and I chalk all that up to my coveting their slumber. I covet. I'm a commandment breaker. Look at me. I'm out of control. I'm a coveting senior citizen murderer with red-rimmed eyes that quiver from lack of sleep. Yeah, fear me, bitches. Who knows what I'll do next? Rest assured, it won't be sleeping.

I need make-up. I'm almost out of lipstick, I am out of powder, and my mascara is so old that it's dried up. I've still got plenty of faux kohl, so I'm good there. I'm just out of everything else. Don't know why I'd even need the make-up since I now spend the majority of my days at home, but you never know when I may want to do another webcam thingie. I still haven't figured out why my sound is off after I upload a video. It's fine until it hits You Tube. The mystery is maddening. I need to get a different kind of lipstick than the one I've been wearing. What I've been wearing almost instantly chaps my lips. Chapped lips drive me crazy because I can't leave them along. I'm constantly picking at my lower lip and peeling away the top layer of skin. It gets to the point of my bleeding. I used to have horrible lips as a young teen and I still have a diary where I'd leave bloody lip prints from the chapped horror through which I was going, usually from the big split right in the middle of my lower lip. It's no wonder teens are so difficult to get along with. Their lives are usually hell for one reason or another, so they may as well visit their suffering upon their friends and loved ones, right? Right. As for my make-up application, I learned how to apply make-up from observing Boy George and Robert Smith. Oh, and from art class. Undershadowing makes things look larger. That said, I apply very little faux kohl to my upper eyelids. Most of my eye colour and mascara are applied to the lower eyelids and lashes. It makes my eyes look much larger, and that's the intention. Case in point, this icon: . This is from a picture taken in 1997. You can't go wrong with lots of colour under the eyes. Theda Bara knew this. She was a smart lady.

Things I miss:

  • Attending Circle. Sometimes even the most anti-social of us craves the group dynamics of a cast Circle. Not saying I'd want to do it on a regular basis, but it'd be nice to be with fellow Witches in sacred space for a little while.

  • Bardic circles. These were almost as magickal as Sabbat and Esbat celebrations. But music is a magickal thing in and of itself. Tolkien himself contented in The Silmarillion that existence began with a song.

  • Singing. Anywhere. Circle, Bardic, the UU Church. I miss singing.

  • The Celtic music community of Greenville. I'll never be a part of it again, but that doesn't stop me from missing it. It's been 11 years now since I walked away.

  • Quality Assurance and the people with whom I worked in that department: Doc, [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin7t, Richard, and Timothy. Sometimes even Raleigh and Terri.

  • The Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade. It was 100% a positive experience and I made lifelong friendships because of that corner of smut on Teh Intarwebs, the most important being [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Meche. It was a sad day when Darth Cleo shut the site down, archiving the majority for posterity's sake. I envisioned her turning out the lights in much the same way John Sheridan did at the end of B5. I often wonder about how Maulsmate, MaryCheetah, the Smut Brigade, MOTS, and Indigobunting are doing.

  • My Friend Todd, every day, without fail.

My "nephew" Blake added me as a friend on MySpace. It's hard to believe that he's 17 now and has a beard and mustache. I remember when he was born. He makes me feel very old. I put the word "nephew" in quotations because he's not really my nephew, although I feel like he is. His mother and I were always like sisters, even though we're cousins, so Blake is my nephew in every way but the official way. So yeah. 17. I remember teaching him Talitha MacKenzie songs when he was 6, him rocking back and forth in the car to the beat of "Saor an t-sàbhaidh," singing the Gaelic like he'd done it all his life. But children are more open to language than adults, so I guess I can understand. Just recently, I asked him if he remembered any of that and he said he didn't. I bet if I played "Saor an t-sábhaidh" for him, it'd trigger the memory. He's always been a cool kid, and I don't like kids as a rule, so that's saying a lot. He's gonna be a groovy adult too. I have no doubt.

Mtzlplk or Mr. Mytzlplk was a villain featured on Superfriends back in the 70s. A lot of you fools weren't even born when he wrought his vowel-removing havoc on poor Superman. I think Casey Kasem voiced him. Could be wrong about that, though.


Nov. 10th, 2008 03:06 pm
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
Well, it seems that I qualify for financial aid for schooling, based on the information I provided the government. Since I made so little money last year, I'm basically a shoe-in. I'm eying an AAS in Medical Office Management at Kaplan University because I can take all the classes online, which would allow me to work any hours necessary and still be in school. I just hope that I can get enough money to not have to take out any more loans, because I doubt they'd let me have any anyway, given my fabulous credit rating now.

::crosses bits::
tinhuviel: (Hippies for Obama)
Aunt Tudi is sick today, so I'm home with her and we're planning on selling our souls come Friday. I'll get paid Friday, which means we'll have a tad more money. I'm applying for more jobs. It never fucking ends.

I've decided to sell my bodhrán. I never play it anymore, and I haven't been part of the Celtic music community in about 10 years, so it's time to let go. I have no idea how much it may be worth, but I'll let it go for cheap, probably at the flea market this coming weekend. I'm probably selling the little TV/DVD player the Father Unit gave me. I don't need it, really, and I've been holding on to it because it was one of the last things the Father Unit gave me before he passed away. But I don't think he'd want me to have the TV, but be homeless, so there you go. I hate making decisions like this. And I hate letting go of things. I've got a pack rat nature. It goes against every cell in my body to relinquish stuff, even when I don't need it.

Election madness has taken over the nation. It looks like McCain has gotten a lead on Obama in North Carolina. I'm so ashamed. For a while there, I really thought that my home state was going to go the way of sanity for the first time in ages. But no. Now, if Asheville decided the vote in NC, I have no doubt that Barack Obama would win by a landslide, because Asheville is cool like that, being full of Hippies and Liberals of all stripes. But Asheville is but a speck in the vast conservative wasteland that is the American Southeast. It's bloody depressing.

Aunt Tudi and I voted week before last, so we don't have to fight the crowds today. [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin7t voted this morning and wrote me in for the office of water commissioner. It kinda gave me the sniffles. ::dabs eye::

It's heartening to see so many bloggers posting that they've voted. It's also heartening to see that we're actually having the election. I honestly didn't think we'd be allowed, so I'm very glad I was wrong. I write this very guardedly, but maybe there is hope.

So far...

Oct. 15th, 2008 01:49 pm
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
Aunt Tudi had her labs and sat down with a dietitian. The dietitian, Mary, was very detailed when giving Aunt Tudi advice on what to eat and not to eat. She gave her a list of foods and dietary suggestions and I took extensive notes on the computer, so I think Aunt Tudi should be set on knowing her restrictions. Now, it's just a matter of having money to buy the foods she needs to eat! This is why rich people and breeders live longer than poor people with no children. They have the money, or food stamps, to buy the right foods! Blah...

I'm sorry for being so cynical. I just feel like a complete failure when it comes to taking care of Aunt Tudi the way she needs and then I stand at the dollar store, checking out the fucking dregs of society who don't deserve the food stamps that they have while they buy copious amounts of junk food and pop while Aunt Tudi sits at home eating all the wrong things because they're cheap. Then this makes me so upset, I end up writing run-on sentences, which pisses me off even more. I swear to Bob, I'm this far away - from crawling into a tower with a gun and just going out with a freakin' bang! And, trust me, I'd target all those well-fed fuckers who don't deserve to share the fucking air we breathe with Aunt Tudi.

But anyway.... We swung by Dr. Crackyerbones to see if he could work me in. He could. I went back to one of the rooms and he cracked my bones, at which time I asked him if he'd ever seen that stand-up by Eddie Izzard about the chiropractor we saw after his snowboarding accident. He said no so I asked if he'd like to. He said yes. I'll be taking Dress to Kill the next time I go see Dr. Crackyerbones. If he has a DVD player on site, I'll pop that booger in right then and show him the extent of my knowledge about chiropractors before I went to visit him. I think that he will laugh.

So that's done. All that's left is for me to mow the grass for the last time this season! I'll have four, maybe five months of lawn care bliss. At least that's one good thing.
tinhuviel: (Ren WTF)
I got my statement from Teresa to turn in to State Farm. She told me what a couple of other people have told me: that the insurance company will pay for my car repairs, medical bills, and lost wages, but they will also give me a settlement for pain and suffering. I thought I'd just get my lost wages back in addition to the car and medical bills, but Teresa said I'd definitely get a cash settlement. Is that how it works? It was only a minor accident and I'm pretty certain that I won't have any lasting medical issues because of it. Would I still be eligible for a settlement like that? How much would it be worth, $2.00?
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
It was a joy ride trying to get my check from Sally Foster. Well, it's not from Sally Foster, really, but the temp agency Personnel Solutions. It turns out that there's another Tracy Evans working on the mini-shift and it confused pay roll to the point of madness, especially since the pay roll person at PS was once a Tracy Evans herself. She's now Tracy Dunn apparently. They had to void Tracy Lynn Evans' check and re-do it, then create a check for Tracy Angelina Evans, and I had to drive to the other side of Spartanburg to the PS headquarters to get it. I made a little under $100 for just 10 hours last year. I found out that I'm actually making $11.85 an hour instead of $10 an hour. WOW! This means I'll be bringing home a little under $200 a week for the next 8 weeks of Sally Season. Pulling in this along with the meager fundage I get from Dollar General and Ingles might get Aunt Tudi and me out of the Hole of Horror.

My neck and head are better. Good thing, too, since I had to use it considerably driving all over Hell and half creation. One of the places I had to go was Bradshaw to sign an authorisation form for Glenn to order the bumper for the ION. I'm scheduled to drop off my car early Tuesday morning to be repaired of all the damages from the wreck. Enterprise will come over then to pick me up and take me to their place down the road so I can pick up my rental car. While I was at Dollar General to pick up my check, Tami gave me the letter documenting the hours I missed there because of the wreck. All I need now is the letter doing the same from Teresa at the bakery and I'll be able to send all my documents to Charlie Kay at State Farm. This insurance company has been very agreeable about everything, so I don't think I'll have to get a lawyer to make sure they pay for my car and medical bills. Mr. Kay even volunteered to pay for the lost wages, requesting letters from my employers documenting the lost time and my rate of pay. That's pretty nifty.


Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:04 am
tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
I expected my Sally Foster check to be direct deposited to my Palmetto account. I just checked my balance and it's still a big fat 0, which means I'll have to swing by Sally Foster today to pick up my check, if it's even there. Crap. Another extra few miles on my depleted tank o'gas.

I'm watching the news and everyone is saying that Joe Biden won the debate, but Sarah Palin did much better than anyone expected. [livejournal.com profile] dr_p_venkman posted a very insightful essay about the debate and Sarah Palin. I suggest that everyone rush off and read it immediately.

Did anyone notice that Sarah Palin cannot correctly pronounce the word "nuclear?" She says it the way Dubya says it. I can't go through another four years of our so-called leaders butchering the English language. I put up with that enough living here in the Armpit of Hell with a bunch of morons and tackheads. I'm no English guru, but I do know how to pronounce "nuclear." It's NOT fucking NOO KEE LUR. It's not a hard word to pronounce, people! What the fuck? ::tears out clumps of hair:: Someone needs to shove a dictionary down her Dominionist throat, and a Bible up her arse. Death by wordage! Yay!
tinhuviel: (Weasel)
Brezsny says....

Many people who pray don't limit their conversations with God to purely spiritual and ethical matters. In fact, money is one of the main subjects the Divine Wow is asked to address. If you've never had the chutzpah to do this yourself, I suggest you try it soon. Higher powers of all kinds, from your boss to the loan officer at the bank to the Creator Herself, may be unusually receptive to your pleas. I'm guessing you'll be able to tap into financial help "from above," or that you will make a connection with an elevated source of wealth that has previously been out of your reach.
tinhuviel: (Lolcat Alpaca Lips)
Went to work, got paid, ran errands with Aunt Tudi, paid bills, came home broke. Resting until 3:45, at which time I go back to Ingles for four more hours. I'm looking forward to a big cookie bake < / sarcasm >, but I'm already a quarter of the way prepared for it, so it's all good. Amber was supposed to pull 600 cinnamon buns for a big sell-off starting this morning. The note for her bread pull was to pull 150 4-count cinnamon buns. She pulled 150 cinnamon buns. So mine and Teresa's morning consisted of hauling arse to get the rest of the buns baked and frosted, and out on the floor. We did it with 15 minutes of my time to spare, since I was leaving at 10 AM. Brooke came in at 8:30 and helped to get it all done. Without her, it would have been much more difficult. But we made a good cinnamon bun tag team, having fun doing it. Not too shabby.

And right now, I'm currently on the phone with fucking Bank of fucking America trying to work out some sort of plan to save my home. Maybe John McCain could let me have one of his seven homes if no other homeless or soon-to-be homeless Americans have dibs on it. Blah!

It'll work out. It has to. I know it will, because it has to.


Sep. 5th, 2008 01:23 pm
tinhuviel: (Family Dog)
If anyone is keen on giving me a birthday gift....

I'm due to go to the orthopaedic doctor next week, but will have to cancel if I can't give him some money, and I really need to go, having no kneecaps left to speak of. So, thanks in advance.
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
Please stick it in me for, verily, I am done. The good news is that I get to sleep in tomorrow morning, not needing to go in to work until 4 PM, at Ingles. The bad news is that Ingles only pays via direct deposit. Since my bank account is on overdraft, I'll probably have to work a month, maybe longer, to get caught up with that and pay all my fees. So damn, but at least I'm starting to get caught up.

So.. Tomorrow, Ingles. Sunday, Dollar General. Then it's back to the Cromer grind come Monday.

No rest for the Wiccan. It's a good thing I'm a Witch. Poor humour, that. Blah.
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Actually, bust.

It's part time, pernear minimum wage at too far away for it to be worth the gas I'd spend to get there and back. And no insurance.

Disability is sounding better and better.

I got a package from [livejournal.com profile] booraven22, which had in it two movies (Memoirs of a Geisha, which I've never seen, and Time Bandits, which I haven't seen since the First Age of Middle Earth), two magazines (Fangoria and Writer's Yearbook 2008), and a wonderful greeting card. It was just the thing to brighten an otherwise bleak day. Thank you, sister O mine! I'm in your debt, once more.

Okay, I'm off to do some research on my plight, although I've no idea where to begin. On a bright note, though, according to Diane, I don't have to be out of work a year in order to even qualify for disability so at least I won't have to lose my home trying to get some semblance of healthcare. Thank heaven for little blessings. Screw the little girls and the freaky Frenchmen who sing about them.


Jul. 3rd, 2008 11:54 am
tinhuviel: (Dubya)
Thanks to our beloved Führer, I'm having to break down and try to make some money from selling my owls. Aunt Tudi and I are going back to the flea market on Saturday. If anyone knows if any of these owls are worth more than I would get at the flea market, please alert me. I don't want to do something stupid because I'm po. I feel stupid enough as it is.

Wally World

Jul. 3rd, 2008 09:52 am
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
I've got an interview with the folks at Wally World on Tuesday. It sounded to me like I'm already a shoe-in. I hope so! The job I'm interviewing for is a cashier in the garden department, so that will be hootacious. I love me some plants. The only problem I have is that my printer is dead and I can't print out my resume for the interview. I guess that I'll have to put my resume on a disc and take my sorry arse to Kinkos. Maybe if I get a job at Wally World, I can get me another printer for cheap. I've always hated my printer because it's never worked correctly. I'm kinda glad I'll be getting a new one when I can afford it 'cos I won't be plagued by crap performance anymore. Maybe the position is full time too and I can get me some insurance. That would be absolutely wonderful! To get us out of the financial hole we're in and also enjoy some health insurance, no matter how sorry it is, will take a huge load off my shoulders. I may not be home much if I'm working 16 hours a day, but when I am home, I can breathe easy, knowing that I won't lose my home and Aunt Tudi won't be deprived of anything she needs or wants. And the critters can get their yearly shots, which their all late getting because I can't afford it. I never thought I'd end up working at Wally World, but I don't care. It's a job that will provide me with money I desperately need. That's all that matters now. It's great to be an American. Blah.


Jun. 23rd, 2008 04:47 pm
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
Before I could make it to one of the Verizon stores with the $100 we'd scraped up for the bill, Verizon suspended my account and, by default, Aunt Tudi's as well. They want more than what we have before they turn the phones back on, so I'm gonna be a week without a phone. Ain't that about a bitch? At least I was able to get a phone number for Röchling so Aunt Tudi can get in touch with me in the event of an emergency. I can use the receptionist's phone if I need to contact Cromer. To everyone else, I shall be incommunicado until the end of this week, maybe longer. I guess I'll be going back to the flea market this week.

Things are looking up, though. I have a couple part-time job prospects, one with benefits, so yahoodle!
tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
Thank you to everyone who has so far helped in the acquisition of an air conditioner for Aunt Tudi. I told her about everything yesterday, which was her birthday, and she cried, she was so happy. So thank you! We're 3/4 of the way there, so I'm posting the button one last time.

tinhuviel: (2D and 3C)
Thank you to everyone who responded so generously to my post from last night. We're about halfway there to get her a functional air conditioner. Each and every one of you is incredible and I love you for what you're doing.

In the meantime.....

tinhuviel: (Podling)
Okay, here's the deal. While I wait to hear back from the 11 places I've applied to for part-time work (and Llew does the same), it's getting hotter and hotter here in lovely South Carolina. Aunt Tudi's air conditioner went on the fritz at the end of last Summer and I was all like "Dun worry Loozy! I'm a good daughter, a good provider, and I will take care of you! We'll get you another A/C when the time comes."

Well, the time has come, and I'm a big ole loser. Given her health issues, Aunt Tudi is looking forward to a world of suffering if I don't do something soon. My art thing was a bust except for one possible sell (still looking, [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind!) and one generous gift (thanks again, [livejournal.com profile] ross!) which had to go to bills. So, now, I'm just gonna be a beggar. I may as well get practice now, given the way things are going here in beautiful South Carolina. Meep. And, again, meep...

It'd be great if you could help take care of Aunt Tudi since I seriously suck at doing it these days.

tinhuviel: (Llama!)
The price of gas has gone beyond ridiculous. Beyond horrific. Beyond my ability to continue to afford. It's gotten to the point where I sincerely believe that the fuel crisis is yet another sign of the coming Alpaca Lips. Scooters and mopeds have increased in price because dealers are taking advantage of the sudden keen interest many Americans have taken in owning such a vehicle. I haven't enough land for a horse, nor do I have enough money to purchase and maintain a person of the equine persuasion. Oh, let me rephrase that: I have no money, even to buy a wee plastic horse you find in the toy department at Wal-Mart. But I do have abundant land for a llama and I have the perfect shelter for a camelid. Peruvians ride llamas all over the place. Why can't I ride a llama 2.5 miles to work and 2.5 miles back home? The shelter of which I speak is the building that houses the riding lawn mower. If I had a llama to graze the land, I wouldn't need the riding lawn mower. Problem solved. What's even better is I found a llama rescue place whose adoption fee is $250. I could sell the riding lawn mower to pay for the llama.

So I could ride the llama to work, carrying some llama chow or hay or whatever to keep the llama happy in a saddle bag, along with a large bowl that I'd keep full of cold water (ice included, courtesy of Cromer's bodacious ice machine which is on site). The llama could chill out in the shade of the patio right outside the canteen and be showered with affection not only by myself, but also by Röchling employees while they take their breaks. I can also keep an almost constant eye on the llama to make sure it was okay. Upon riding the llama home, my beloved critter could enjoy the llama chow and hay, but it could also eat all the grass it's little heart desired, and neither Llew nor I would have to worry about mowing the lawn very often, if at all.

The only wrench in my new Master Plan is my weight. I need to lose about 40 pounds in order to ride a llama standing at 12 hands without distressing the poor thing to the point of insanity. Given gas prices and my increasing inability to afford the accursed fuel, I may end up losing the weight by walking back and forth to work.
tinhuviel: (Khaaaaaan!!)
I am at Saturn 400 miles sooner than I should be. Why? Because yesterday evening when Llew and I got in the car to go up and put air in my tire that has a slow leak, the odometer display flashed a message "service vehicle." Now, this has never happened before, so I drug out my Saturn owner's manual and checked out what the matter could be. Apparently, when you get that message, there's a problem with the car that has been detected early on and needs to be addressed "before there's any further damage to the vehicle." ::shriek::

So here I am at Saturn after going to the bank and depositing my check along with all the change Aunt Tudi has been collecting. With her contribution, I was able to deposit over $300, but can really only afford to give $200 of that to the repair of my vehicle, so I'm hoping it doesn't come to too very much more than the $85 service fee that applies to a visit such as this.

Gadzooks. It never rains without pouring. Almost five years to the day of my purchasing my ION, I get the service vehicle message. I want to turn my palms to the sky, look upward and, imitating Ren Hoek/Peter Lorre, scream "What does it meeeeeaaaaaannnnnnn...." and then fall over in a heap.

While I'm here, I'm having them check out the tire that keeps going slack on me and plug whatever hole they find that keeps plaguing me with the threat of a fully flat tire. The service dude said I needed tires, but he bet I already knew that. Yeah, I already know that dude. That's like telling a fat person that they're fat. What's the point, eh? I'll get new tires when I can. Right now, I plan on skidding to work on bald eagles for as long as I have to. So leave me alone about the tires before I run amok.

Okay, he just came out and told me what the dealio is. It's an oil pressure switch. Parts and labour are right at $150, so I bade him proceed. Also, I had a nail in my tire, so they're gonna plug it for me. At least now it'll stop decreasing in size and pressure, leaving me with a dreadful feeling of unease. He said I'd be here for a while, so I guess I'll be terrorising everyone here on LJ.

tinhuviel: (Pensive)
Well, I need money, so I've decided to offer up my art for sale. Here's how it's going to work. A lot of the art scanned and uploaded to my art page on Photobucket is available for you to purchase. Each drawing will be $25. If you want a Tarmian freshly drawn with ink and pencil (in Technicolour), that will be $50.

If you're wanting one of the drawings seen on Photobucket, please email me and let me know what picture you're interested in so I can check on availability. If it's available, you can then transfer the money to my PayPal account and I'll mail the drawing to you.

If you're wanting an original Tarmian drawing, please transfer the money to my PayPal account along with any important animals, plants, religious symbols, colours, etc that I may or may not incorporate into your piece of art. I will get to work on your drawing immediately and mail it out as soon as I'm finished with it.

All new art will be on 11"x14" Strathmore 400 Series drawing paper. The older pieces are on a hodge-podge of media and I'll do my best to inform you prior to your paying for something you may not want as to what the drawing is on.

So here are the relevant links to set this in motion:

My Art Page: Please be aware that not all art here is mine. This is the page where I collect other art as well. That's why it's imperative that you write to me prior to any transfer of monies.
My E-mail Address: In the subject line, please put "LJ Art Offer," so I won't delete your email to me in the belief that it's spam.

Remember to include any relevant information that I can use in the creation of your art in the space afforded you on the PayPal payment page (say that really fast 6 times in a row) if you choose to have me draw a new piece for you. Also remember to email me prior to paying for a piece shown on Photobucket.

Okay. Let's get this party started. Please feel free to refer this sale to your friends, relatives, and hostages. The more the merrier, as they say, whoever they are.
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
I'm taking Diane to her diabetes education class. She was diagnosed with the suck disease whilst in the hospital getting her hip surgery. Am also getting Aunt Tudi's film developed as well as getting some prints of some of the digital pictures I took in England. Afterward, I'm going over to Diane's to show her all the digital pictures on the computer. I plan on getting home around 4 at which time Aunt Tudi and I need to go to the grocery for some milk and salad dressing. We also need to go see the veggie man in Duncan for some homegrown tomatoes ($1.29 a pound for the best damned 'maters on Earth, as opposed to $1.99 a pound for the hideous knots they sell at the grocery). I'm going to see Llew tonight. After I get home, I want to try to write the detailed account of Barry's day. I can remember full sections of our interaction to the minute detail, but I don't know how long that will last. I really want to get it all down before it leaves me. That said, I may bullet a lot of my Barry Encounter instead of trying to put it in story format. It'll be easier that way. I also need to remove the polish from my nails and trim them down somewhat. My hands look atrocious and are unfit for display in a working environment.

I'm a little down in the mouth that my extended vacation from corporate slavery came to such an abrupt end. ::heavy sigh:: I'm really gonna miss Aunt Tudi and all the beasties. BUT! I'll be making good money and I won't be working in the shadow of oppression. Being debt free, I don't have to stay there if I don't want to. Of course, I'll be quite relieved once the credit card is paid off again. Once I start pulling in a paycheck and have that debt gone again, I'm gonna have more money than I know what to do with. Aunt Tudi will want for nothing and I'll even be able to help Janice and Uncle Michael if they let me. Oh, and I can afford to board the dogs for the weekend so I can go see the Father Unit.

Life is good, even if I won't get to sleep it away anymore.


May. 22nd, 2006 09:13 pm
tinhuviel: (Unemployment)
Some may call me unbelievably foolish, especially in this day and age of financial uncertainty, but I literally took the last of my money and went around $800 in debt to go to England. When Aunt Tudi and I returned home, we came back to a virtually empty bank account and no idea of how we were going to replenish it. Aunt Tudi was the first in line to call me daft for doing what I did. Her level of worry attempted to rub off on me at times, but I refused to succumb. Before we left for Blighty, I told Aunt Tudi that I had a feeling that I would be employed soon after we got back to the States. My words, verbatim: "We may have a skinny two weeks to a month until I pull in a pay check but, after that, everything will be just fine. I'll pay off whatever debt we incur during the trip and will be able to save up for school in August as well as have grocery and gas money. Things are going to be fine and this is the only chance we have to go to England and have an honest-to-goddess vacation." So Aunt Tudi set aside her worries and had faith in me and my faith in my feeling.

Today I got a call from Ron at National Hearing Centers offering me the assistant office manager position for which I interviewed the week before we left for England. This is the only interview I've had since I lost my job in The Pit. It's the only job I vaguely pursued. I was certain I wouldn't get the job because Ron wanted to hire someone posthaste and I made it clear that I wasn't available until after returning from England. He told me on the phone that he waited for me to get back home to offer me the job because, of all the folks he interviewed, he was most impressed with me, that my personality was perfect for the position and my work history with BMG was evident that I was a dedicated employee. I was the type of person he needed for the job, so waiting a little while longer to fill it was worth it. Not only was I flabbergasted by this, but I was also very flattered by his words. I often feel like I come across as someone with the personality of a garden stick. It's nice to know that's not the case all of the time.

I start on Thursday, going in to observe for the rest of this week, but my actual training doesn't begin until next week. He's letting me start this week in order to get me a pay check a week earlier. How cool is that? And my training is in Asheville, so I'll get to go home for a couple of days and stay in a hotel. I'm taking Aunt Tudi with me 'cos I don't want to leave her by herself for that long and this will be a chance for her to commune with home while I'm at work in training. I'm sure she'll be toodling about town on public transport, rekindling the memories of childhood and young adulthood.

By the end of next month I will be out of debt again. I'll have health insurance that won't cost me a buttload, like the Cobra is right now. I'll have dental insurance again, and a new retirement plan. My hours should be flexible enough that I can attend school part time, and I'll be pulling in more money that I did in The Pit because all the debt will be gone. If all goes as planned, this means I can save up and maybe go back to England in a year or two, much sooner than I thought, if I ever got to go back at all that is.

Verily do I feel charmed. I can't remember a time when whatever I needed didn't present itself at the precise time it was needed. Folks in the past have whispered that I must be Witch. Well yeah, I am, but even I have no idea how or why things like this happen to/for me. They just do and, for that, I am eternally grateful. My only regret is that Aunt Tudi's birthday is on Wednesday and she's gonna have to spend the majority of it by herself. I'll definitely make it up to her though. I'll take her out to wherever she wants to go for dinner tomorrow, and take her to a movie, and do whatever else she wants to do this weekend. It'll be cool.

I guess I need to retire my "VNEMPLOYED IN ROME" icon now.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
Aunt Tudi and I went to Lyman to run some errands, get meds, and go to the local Ace Hardware store for some caulk. We need the caulk to apply to the stripping around the screen we're replacing where Foley broke and entered our home in the dead of night. Anyway, we got our caulk and was heading up front to pay when I saw a slush machine. It had two flavours: grape and blue raspberry. The slush looked an awful lot like Slurpee mix, so I bought a cup of the grape. OH.....MY.....GAWD. This is the closest thing to a Slurpee I've had since I was out in California where they have 7-11s. I told the old lady at the register that she'd be seeing more of me. It's not exactly like the Mythic Slurpee, but it's so close, I was prepared to weep with glee until brain freeze kicked in.

Before we went to town, Aunt Tudi called Morrisons in Asheville to see if they were still open. They've extended their time to 13 May instead of 6 May. Aunt Tudi started talking about how she wanted to go back and pick up more doo-dads, so I had to tell her that we couldn't go spend as much as we had the past three times we went up there, because I didn't have much money left and I thought it would be wise if we had some fundage for England. This floored her. I was hoping to keep the financial situation from her because she worries so much, but she's also a Mad Shopper from Hell, and she'd never stop until I came clean about our shortage of money. So she started freaking out and worrying and so on and so forth, but I told her that things would work out. We're out of debt, we're stocked on food and non-perishables. And I've started actively looking for a job, even just a rinky-dink job. Something that will bring in enough money for groceries and gas. That's all that's needed. I assured her that things would work out, all is well.

I don't think she really believed me, because Aunt Tudi isn't inclined to be laid back about such things. But, when we got back from Lyman, I had to messages on our answering machine from two companies with whom I applied. They're wanting to interview me and probably hire me. Even if they don't hire me, I'm still quite optimistic about finding something. It's like I told Aunt Tudi: we may have a skinny month after returning from England, but then I'll start pulling in money, a lot of which we can save. This eased her mind somewhat.

On the way back home, we stopped by the local fruit and veggie stand to pick up some tomatoes. The old dude also had freshly picked strawberries (like picked this morning) for $8.00 a gallon, so we got a gallon of those too. I've always loved strawberries and Aunt Tudi has grown quite fond of them over the past year, so they definitely won't go to waste. There was one berry in the lot that was fairly alarming, being the conjoined triplets of the berry world.

Freak Berry )

So far, it's been a really good day. I feel good about the future and even better about mutant berries that fascinate my cat friends. ::firm nods:: Everything is gonna be alllllll right.


Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:12 pm
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
I'm going to be putting some stuff up for sale tomorrow. Please to bid and buy. Please to help a sister out.
tinhuviel: (Mongo)
My unemployment is running out and there are no longer any extensions. So I'm going to have to use a portion of the 401k as survival income until I land a job and I'm gonna have to land a job sooner than I expected to. So.....I may end up having to go to Greenville Tech for night classes while I work and study Veterinary Assistance as a stepping stone to Vet Technology. The campus is closer and night classes for that are available. I will also have to work with whatever employer I end up getting on when I can take a week to run off to Blighty.


Nothing has been suspended. I refuse to just settle for what is offered to me and keep my head down. I will follow....my.....dreams.... before I'm too old or too jaded to do so. Barry said in his letter about seeing me in August. Maybe it was a psychic moment. Who knows?

All I know is that I will still be in a much better situation come August of 2006 than I was in August 2005. Despite the government trying to ream me, I will prevail!
tinhuviel: (PSA)
That was the catchphrase of the main character in Mad TV's fake sitcom My White Momma. I haven't been awake for very long, and no one has pissed me off or triggered my Inner Sith, but I am still eager for a reason to say it. And then, just the literal thought behind the threat....fucking hilarious. HI-LAIR-EE-USSSS. And a tad uncomfy if you're on the receiving end. Heh.

Today we're paying bills. I'm online earlier than normal so I can take care of one of these bills via the Blessed Holy Intarwebs! Soon soon, I shall be rolling in dough (after penalties, tax, and regular whippings in the yard) and can say for the first time in almost twenty years: "Yea, I am debt free, peoples of the Earth! Debt free and, therefore, truly free! No longer am I a corporate slave! No longer must I answer to The Man! I am freeeeeeee!" And then the soldiers will come get me and transport my sorry liberal ass to Gitmo for to be poked at with hot sticks and generally abused.

Soon I shall be laptop shopping. I need something that will allow me access to the Intarwebs in a wireless capacity. I also need lots of power, space, and whatnot because this is the computer I'll be using for school. So, any suggestions would be most appreciated yo. Once I'm in possession of the new laptop, the one from which I am currently transmitting will go on to Aunt Tudi. I think I'll be setting her up a Live Journal account now so it'll be ready for her when she officially gets online. That way, she'll already have a welcoming party. ;) Yep, that's what' I'm gonna do.

Once Aunt Tudi is set up on LJ, I'll make an announcement here. Then you all must go add her. That's an order!


Dec. 22nd, 2005 05:23 pm
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
For the first time ever, I had a check to bounce. Thanks to my failure to pay attention when I should have combined with the hefty sum I put out for Aunt Tudi's medicine, I must now hang my head and admit to overdrafting. ::heavy sigh:: After getting the news, I rushed home and got online to shuffle some funds around. I should be okay now but ~ DAMN! ~ I'm suffering from some major guilt and disappointment in myself.

LO! I am a loser.
tinhuviel: (Toothy)
Last night, I suffered from restless legs and insomnia. When I finally got to sleep, I engaged in the slumber of the dead, so much so, that I didn't wake up until after 2 PM this afternoon.

Once I was awake, lucid, and dressed, Aunt Tudi and I went to the post office so I could mail my pay-off to Onyx. They're the ones who have my car title clutched in their claw-like fingers. It was a fantastic feeling, knowing that soon the car will be mine outright. I mailed the check out via certified priority mail. Not only will it arrive to Onyx by no later than Tuesday, but I'll be able to track it and know when the check gets there.

By then is was 4:15. We zizzed by the bank so I could deposit my unemployment check, and then we went to California Dreaming to pick up dinner: the incredibly delicious California Dreaming salad. Dropping our salads off at home, Aunt Tudi and I scooted out to Ingles to pick up the TV Guide, some dog food, and some olives.

We got home right at 6 PM, munched on abundant salad, and watched The Golden Girls.

It's been an incredibly relaxing day and I'm very thankful to have hand an wellspring of such days at this time in my life. One of the reasons for it being such a great day is that our high was 77. SEVENTY-SEVEN. The promise of Autumn temperatures was more than apparent today. The air was cool and clean, the sun not so ferocious, and there was a gentle breeze. Fantastic!

Tomorrow, I am to go to the drug store and pick up mine and Aunt Tudi's monthly prescriptions. I'm also planning on going over to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick's domicile to watch and listen to PaYnE. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake may go with me if her ex gets the girls for the weekend. I'm not gonna hold my breath though.

I'm gonna see if Llew wants to go with me. I think he'd be impressed with PaYnE's live set.
tinhuviel: (Lambada)
My severance money has been directly deposited into my checking account and I just paid off 1 of the four debts I have left with some of it. The second debt will be toast by the end of the month and the other two will be paid via insurance for as long as allowable, then I'll pay off the balance probably after the first of the year.

::does happy llama dance:: uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh!
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
So here I am at the Saturn service center, getting my car serviced. It may be the last time I have to get it serviced. What's the point of maintaining a vehicle I can't afford to drive? My gawd, gas here is ranging from $2.99 to $3.25, depending on where you go. I'm tempted to drive up to the Smoky Mountains and buy a few jugs of white lightning to fuel the vehicle.

But I'm not here to bitch about petrol. I'm here to catch up on what went on yesterday. It was an eventful day.

First off, Dr. Sovenyhazy. The check up went well, although I didn't expect for him to give me a full physical. Being the lout I am, I decided not to shave my legs, so the good doctor got an eyeful of Sasquatch gams. Yes, I'm sure he was as horrified as anyone who looks at buttholes all day can be. My colonoscopy is scheduled for 12 September. Oh, and I got a picture of Dr. Sovenyhazy's office sign so I can prove that my gastroenterolist's name is indeed SHOVEinhozzy. I'll post those when I'm home and have time.

Before I headed out for the doc's, I got a call from the SC employment office. They said I could come in any time, that they had received all the necessary paperwork from The Pit. Since gas is so horrid, I suggested to Aunt Tudi that we go by the employment place after my appointment, since we'd already be in town. So that's what we did. I was at the employment office from 11:40 until a little after 3 PM. Never have I been grilled so thoroughly about my work and financial history. I swear to the Mighties, I felt like a wrung wash cloth after that experience. The good thing, though, is that I should start receiving benefits no later than week after next and I can go ahead and apply for financial aid for school with their displaced worker program. They not only pay for tuition for a two year program, but they also pay for all your books and even transportation costs, which will come in handy now that we're all having to sell our souls for a gallon of gas. I'll be going to the appropriate office to file for these benefits on Monday.

Since Aunt Tudi and I hadn't had breakfast or lunch, I decided to take her to the Golden Corral for a meal. They have this barbecue special during lunch hours that she had been wanting to try. When we got there and I went to pay with my debit card, it wasn't in my wallet. WTF? I've never lost any of my cards (ID, license, credit, debit, library, whatever) and was just floored. I had to pay for the meal with my credit card and immediately called Bank of America once we were seated. I can't think of a worst place to lose one's debit or credit card than at the unemployment office. I had the debit account frozen and a new card ordered within ten minutes, so all was well, I could breathe a sigh of relief. Then, I found my debit card. For some daft reason, I had placed it in a different location in my wallet. I am an idiot! But at least it wasn't floating around somewhere... Now, though, I have to wait for my new debit card, which should be to me by 8 September. Crapola. That's what I get for being a nudnick.

Today, Aunt Tudi and I got up around 8 AM and mosied to Wal-Mart for our weekly grocery shopping. We took our time and enjoyed the fact that there were few people to hamper our progress. And the blatant lack of children was quite a relief for me. Wally World isn't nearly so horrid in the mornings as it is in the afternoons. Swiftly have I grown to adore the life of the idle unemployed.

After we leave Saturn, I'm heading home for a wee nap perhaps, and then I go see Llew this evening. Tomorrow, I'm cutting grass and Saturday, I go see [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick, [livejournal.com profile] sifu_joe, and the other fellas who make up PaYne. Sunday, I'm not doing diddly-damned-squat.

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