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Tragic

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I am no photographer. I’m just not. However, I like documenting certain things in my life, for our family, and also for this journal. Hence, a digital camera is particularly useful. You know… Birthday cakes as well as that strange man running down the street in the leopard underwear.

Alas, at Joseph’s last baseball game, I managed to kick over my soda straight into my bag. Straight into a pocket in said bag. The said bag is made of something waterproof, and I therefore made a lake of soda in that one pocket. The one holding both my digital camera, as well as Poe’s cell phone.

The phone is dead as a doornail dead. His account was up for an upgrade, though, and we replaced it with a minor fee.

The camera, my friends, is also dead. I have no idea when I’ll have the funds to replace it, considering our current situation. And to add insult to injury, I’ve misplaced our Flip. I know it’s here somewhere. With movies from our beach trip. Somewhere safe. Where I couldn’t possibly forget it’s location.

We just had one birthday. I’m afraid to check the Pepsi-soaked memory card. And another birthday looming Friday and no way to commemorate it.

I’m annoyed. And it’s my own fault. I’m the one who kicked the soda.

Rough Seas

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It’s rough right now. I don’t deny it.

Cobra sucks. Sucks the life right outta you. For example. The bill I JUST received is about $1500. Except that was for March and April. Which means that our insurance thinks we’re still uninsured, because they require ANOTHER 30 days to process. It’s all a stupid pay out of pocket and someday get paid back system.

Plus, we qualify for a 65% reduction per the recovery act. Great! Good luck applying for it. The application notice says to do it online. Online it says to mail it. I’ve been on hold for the last hour (currently on speaker phone hold as I write) for 45 minutes. And counting.

I wanted to get Poe’s teeth fixed in preparation for potential interviews. Except I can’t find a dentist on our insurance, because according to them we’re not insured, and therefore can’t use the “find a dentist” feature. Except that I paid premiums for the last 2 months.

I.hate.this.

Paying money. For a service. That we may have used – IN THE PAST – and already paid out of pocket for.

I’m so confused and confuddled.

Fitting Pieces Together

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I dropped a bomb and dissappeared.  Mainly, I just needed to process.

On the blogging front, I’m headed to SXSW this weekend. I feel like I should have backed out considering I have to pay for food – and I just dipped into the student loan payment for groceries this week.  But.  My sponsors took care of the big costs, and both my parents and Poe said that I need to get my business cards out there and mingle.  They’re right.  It just seems like the wrong time to go.  Not to mention I’ll have a roommate.  A perfectly nice stranger.  I know of her, but have never met her.  The problem lying in the fact that I’ve never ever had a hotel roommate before.  My neurosis is worried.

I haven’t had the time to write at Blissfully Domestic or edit at Blog Nosh.  I’m afraid my bosses are going to drop me.

I was on a conference call yesterday with Maria Shriver in regards to the We Connect program, which I’ll be writing about here at some point.

On the home front…  Well…  I’m getting used to having my husband here.  All.The.Time.  There’s a lot of togetherness.  In theory, that’s good.  In practice, I’m having a hard time getting into the groove of a new routine.

We applied for unemployment.  We got a letter stating what our benefits would be.  Then we got another letter that he has to participate in an interview about it.  The last week of March.  He lost his job the last week of February.  We’ve yet to see a cent.  No income.  And we’re waiting on our tax refund, which we’ll be living off of.  This is not good.  Not a nibble yet on his resume.

I don’t want to go back to work outside the home.  I don’t.  My coming home was the best thing that ever happened to this family.  Everyone was thriving.  But I just don’t know how long we can hold on.

The only good news was that I tracked down a bit about Cobra in the new recovery act signed.  I then tracked down a federal labor employee in Washington.  Basically, even though there’s no paperwork in place as of yet (they have 60 days to come up with practices based on the bill) we’ll only need to pay 35% of our Cobra payment.  This is a huge relief, as it means we won’t have to lose medical coverage.

We’ll probably default on Poe’s student loan.  We called and they said that we have no deferments left, and there’s nothing they can do for us.  So.  There’s the credit we built for 10 years down the toilet.

Sigh.

I’m trying to hold it together.  But life kind of sucks right now.

Encouraging

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I recently left a comment on someone’s post – about feminism no less – which I’m not linking as I’ll just get comments on that person’s post, which totally isn’t the point.  The point is – All of a sudden I was leaving a ranty comment about how I’m a failure at this WAHM mom stuff, and nothing’s getting done, and I’m busy all day and totally exhausted, and yet you can’t see that I’ve done a thing.  Not one of my most stellar moments.  However, I noticed that most the comments after were partially towards the poster’s entry, and then they would turn to me.  There they were encouraging me on someone else’s blog.  And you know what?  It helped.  It really really helped.

In other news, I may have just landed my first client for Vineyard Virtual Services.  Contracts haven’t been signed yet – but WAHOO!

Pressure

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I could tell you about how my 6 year old called me fat, but I’d rather not delve into it, thanks.

I could tell you what doing your Christmas shopping does to your living room, but I simply don’t want to think about it.

I could tell you about how I’ve just realized that my business has to take off or we’re not going to make it, but my blood pressure just rose.

I could tell you about how since I’ve not decorated since we won’t be here, my holiday spirit has been zapped to zero.  Zilch.  But that’s so depressing.

Instead, I’ll tell you about colds.  I have one just trying to pop up.  My youngest is fighting one off – in fact I’m waiting to wake him up and see if he’s going to school today.  This normally wouldn’t be a big deal.  Everyone gets colds, and we’re not a terribly sicky family.  However.  I’ve mentioned that we’re going to the in-laws for Christmas.  What I haven’t mentioned is that my fil barricades himself in his office and won’t come out if someone is sick.  What I haven’t mentioned is that when my kids are sick around the in-laws, I receive books about how to cook with the proper nutrition.  Not to mention there will be other cousins the same age, and you know how the cold spreads like the plague – I don’t want them getting sick too.  And the 6 hour drive with sick children?  No thank you.  Please dip me in hot oil instead.

COUNTDOWN.  We need to all be well.  Period.  Full stop.  There is no other option.  I simply don’t want to deal with any other possibility.

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