Inflation, you know?
I was feeling so proud of myself when I went to the doctor yesterday, because my sugar that morning was only 198--which was half what I started out a week ago, but he was not happy.
"You should be at 150-160 on medication," says he. "So I want you to double your dose."
ACK! I exclaimed from inside. But I dutifully did what he told me to do, even though my before dinner level was at 167--and then fretted all night that I would drop too low, go into a coma and die--but sadly, this morning, I am back at 198, with a small stabbing/jabbing feeling just under my rib cage that says "you're hungry, EAT SOMETHING!" So I rose from bed for the second time this morning and ate breakfast and had a cup of coofee, which is how I say "coffee" when I'm overtired and just dragging trying to wake up this early in the morning.
However, now that I've had a couple of sips, let the dog out to potty and eaten my cereal, I still feel like crawling back into bed, but I don't want to be late for work--I've had so much time off for doctor visits, and it's going to get worse before it gets better.
I suppose I need to get dressed first, though--right?
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Last night, I drove over to Discount Tire after work/doctor visit, because one of my tires has a bulge in it. This is not supposed to happen, obviously, and they gave me a new tire to replace it. The trouble with that is that I have to have "even" tires, so I had to buy the other one. Then, I had them put the "good" front tire on the rim of the bad front tire for use as a spare, and put a new rim on the new tire--well you get the picture. What I really hate about this type of thing, and I think I will never do it again, is that mechanics think that because you're a woman, you don't know the first thing about cars, and what you really need, and so they try to pull the freaking wool over your eyes and try to sell you stuff you really don't need.
Here's how the conversation went:
"I've got a little problem." Says I. You see, I find that if I play "dumb", it makes them think they've got a marker.
So we go out to my car and he takes a look.
"Ah, yes, then we'll replace that tire for free and you'll probably want another one, so you have even tread on the front."
"Yes, that would be appropriate, I think, but I don't want to spend an arm and a leg on a tire--It's Christmas, after all, and I still have presents to buy."
So we go inside to talk turkey.
He's got a tire for me, $168 mounted, balanced, all the tires switched around...etcetera.
Then he says this:
"I recommend you put the old tires from the rear end on the front. You'll get better traction in the back that way."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" So he repeats himself, indicating that it's safer because if I don't, the back wheels could spin me out of control in a quick stop situation.
"On a front wheel drive car?" He assures me that his methodology is sound. I ask for a moment while I call my regular mechanic....
"Maiville," I say into the phone, "this guy is telling me to put the old tires on the front and the new ones in back. I don't think I can get up my driveway with the new tires in back with no drive to the axle there--would you mind talking to this fellow to get his "take" on the situation, and advise me?"
Now, mechanics hate it when you offer the phone to them to speak to your regular mechanic. They also hate to find out that they've been "had" by a woman who actually does know her stuff about cars, and have to sheepishly speak with the person who knows a little more about cars than they do--but he talked to my regular mechanic, and when I got the phone back, my regular mechanic told me that he understood what the guy was talking about but that he didn't necessarily subscribe to that belief, and that I should have the new tires on the front, just like I thought.
So I told the guy to put them on the front, as requested. He made a note on the work order. I also asked him to swap out the hubcap from the old rim to the new rim.
When the job was done and he brought the car to me, I saw that he'd forgotten to switch out the hubcap--so I told him "it's not 'done'." Which of course, he didn't understand--but as soon as he looked at the wheel, he realized that he had indeed forgotten to swap out the little center cap so that my wheels were all uniform, and so he handled that on the fly, and I was off to the races.
Even so, I feel that I paid too much for that one tire. Somehow, I think that they have you coming and going, know what I mean?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Well What do you Know?
Morning again. Today, I have to go back to work. My sugar is down to a manageable 196, and while I have a caffeine headache (which I'm taking care of, thank you so very much, with a cup of very weak instant coffee), it's not enough to keep me from hopping into my car and taking off for parts unknown.
Because as much as I just *love* my job (note: small letters), something inside me just wants to run the other direction, screaming at the top of my lungs--NOOOOOOO! Can you picture me holding on to the door jam, fighting tooth and nail NOT to get out in the cold?
Trick is, I have two doctor appointments today. My GP wants to see me--he called me yesterday to set up an appointment--he's not sure what is the trouble with me. I keep waking up at 3-4 am with night sweats, and my blood work says that I am NOT EVEN CLOSE to being menopausal or even peri-menopausal. It is not because it's hot in the house, because it's not hot in the house. The night sweats do not seem to be tied to my sugar, because this morning, my sugar is HALF what it was last week, which is GREAT, but the issue remains.
I finished another hat last night--now I have three in my bag for gifts. I copied the pattern for the piggie socks, so I will be able to work on them at the office without carrying in the book, too. And I can mark up the copy without worrying about ruining the book, which is VERY nice, because I do not like marking up the book.
Then of course, is Grumperina's Tretta, which I downloaded the other day. If I'm not careful, I'll end up with a bunch of hats, and I'm not a hat wearer, really. With all the sweating I do, by the time I get to work, my hair is literally plastered to my scalp--which is not really attractive as a morning look--so I tend to wear hats that are a little too big for my head. Beyond that, I'm not the most photogenic person--and even less so in a hat. The only thing going for a hat IMSVHO is that they keep ears warm--and with the Winter season coming on, and the snow coming early (yes, we had some sticking this weekend) I think it's best if I wear a hat, if ONLY to keep my ears warm. It's also a good reason to get out my wool and knit another pair of long sleeved mittens and leg warmers--one can never be warm enough in freezing drizzle.
I'm thinking that the medication I'm taking is helping with the sugar issues, plus the fact that I'm eating breakfast at home, rather than at McDonald's--and I haven't had any McDonald's in over a week--today will be a supreme test. McDonald's is my comfort food, and with all the stress at the office, and the convenience of McDonald's on the way to the office, it's going to continue to be a real temptation--including the fact that after work, I pass by, and you can smell the french fries from the roadway--it's a hard habit to break. But I am of the opinion that McDonald's was my primary sugar issue--so staying away from there will likely help tremendously with that, plus the weight issue. But even though I'm eating significantly more "healthy", I'm NOT losing weight--of course, I've not been very active for the last week either, being more concerned with getting food intake under control--and knitting, of course.
But I have to see the GP today about my sugar, and I don't want to let my GP down. I want to go in there proudly this morning and say "See? I got it back down to a number you could live with! So why didn't I lose 150 pounds?"
Why, indeed. You see, I don't eat sugary things. My downfall is the salty snacks--chips and dip, Tostitos and salsa, peanut butter on toast. I haven't had any of those things for over a week either. The pounds should be dropping off like those flies I sprayed with RAID one day last summer--or like the dripping kitchen faucet--or even jumping off my body like rats on a sinking ship! But my initial weight loss of 8 pounds has actually moved back up a couple to a net loss of only 6, and that, my friends, is discouraging.
Because more than watching what I eat, I hate dieting, and I hate exercise even more. I have always been an active person--I used to dance 3 nights a week, played volleyball 3 nights a week, walked to the store to get a pop nearly every day--except in colder weather...but now, pfft. I don't want to go anywhere. I'm perfectly content to stay home and knit, crochet or quilt--exercise just gets in the way--much like work does.
Which is probably the whole issue with my weight. But when I'm working, I walk to the office from my parking space (which I won't do today, due to the doctor's appointments, I will park closer) which is between 3-4 blocks away, and they are long blocks--then again to go home, plus all the running too and fro finding files at the office (always a much loved experience). Heading problems off at the pass. No I get lots of exercise...just not enough to get my blood racing--except for the stress, which is so high--how can I describe it? The telephone rings constantly--with people who want *HELP* and they want it *RIGHT NOW*. They don't want to wait until it's convenient for *YOU*. They want it while they have you on the phone, because you're so hard to get hold of, because your line is always busy, your voice mail is always full, and the rest of the time, you're working so hard, that you don't answer the phone at all! Frankly, I think if I didn't have so much stress at the office, I wouldn't be so freaking FAT!
If I were to get an exercise program going, I would go to the gym--but that costs money, which is better spent on yarn (once again, IMSVHO). There are no gyms near where I work. There is a Curves, but I don't like their methods. I would prefer a trainer, and then, once I got some of the weight off (maybe 40 pounds or so), I'd want to sign up for something a little more aerobic--like dance, for instance. Sigh, the actual desires for my life exceed my pocketbook by quite a ways.
Which leads us to my hubby's job again. These things concern me, and have been in my blog for weeks now, and I'm sure you're quite tired of listening to me voice those concerns time after time after time, but I do that when there's nothing I can do about a particular concern--and hubby's job is just one of those things. One more stressor that simply isn't going to go away *POOF*.
I just wish that there was something I could do about it.
Because as much as I just *love* my job (note: small letters), something inside me just wants to run the other direction, screaming at the top of my lungs--NOOOOOOO! Can you picture me holding on to the door jam, fighting tooth and nail NOT to get out in the cold?
Trick is, I have two doctor appointments today. My GP wants to see me--he called me yesterday to set up an appointment--he's not sure what is the trouble with me. I keep waking up at 3-4 am with night sweats, and my blood work says that I am NOT EVEN CLOSE to being menopausal or even peri-menopausal. It is not because it's hot in the house, because it's not hot in the house. The night sweats do not seem to be tied to my sugar, because this morning, my sugar is HALF what it was last week, which is GREAT, but the issue remains.
I finished another hat last night--now I have three in my bag for gifts. I copied the pattern for the piggie socks, so I will be able to work on them at the office without carrying in the book, too. And I can mark up the copy without worrying about ruining the book, which is VERY nice, because I do not like marking up the book.
Then of course, is Grumperina's Tretta, which I downloaded the other day. If I'm not careful, I'll end up with a bunch of hats, and I'm not a hat wearer, really. With all the sweating I do, by the time I get to work, my hair is literally plastered to my scalp--which is not really attractive as a morning look--so I tend to wear hats that are a little too big for my head. Beyond that, I'm not the most photogenic person--and even less so in a hat. The only thing going for a hat IMSVHO is that they keep ears warm--and with the Winter season coming on, and the snow coming early (yes, we had some sticking this weekend) I think it's best if I wear a hat, if ONLY to keep my ears warm. It's also a good reason to get out my wool and knit another pair of long sleeved mittens and leg warmers--one can never be warm enough in freezing drizzle.
I'm thinking that the medication I'm taking is helping with the sugar issues, plus the fact that I'm eating breakfast at home, rather than at McDonald's--and I haven't had any McDonald's in over a week--today will be a supreme test. McDonald's is my comfort food, and with all the stress at the office, and the convenience of McDonald's on the way to the office, it's going to continue to be a real temptation--including the fact that after work, I pass by, and you can smell the french fries from the roadway--it's a hard habit to break. But I am of the opinion that McDonald's was my primary sugar issue--so staying away from there will likely help tremendously with that, plus the weight issue. But even though I'm eating significantly more "healthy", I'm NOT losing weight--of course, I've not been very active for the last week either, being more concerned with getting food intake under control--and knitting, of course.
But I have to see the GP today about my sugar, and I don't want to let my GP down. I want to go in there proudly this morning and say "See? I got it back down to a number you could live with! So why didn't I lose 150 pounds?"
Why, indeed. You see, I don't eat sugary things. My downfall is the salty snacks--chips and dip, Tostitos and salsa, peanut butter on toast. I haven't had any of those things for over a week either. The pounds should be dropping off like those flies I sprayed with RAID one day last summer--or like the dripping kitchen faucet--or even jumping off my body like rats on a sinking ship! But my initial weight loss of 8 pounds has actually moved back up a couple to a net loss of only 6, and that, my friends, is discouraging.
Because more than watching what I eat, I hate dieting, and I hate exercise even more. I have always been an active person--I used to dance 3 nights a week, played volleyball 3 nights a week, walked to the store to get a pop nearly every day--except in colder weather...but now, pfft. I don't want to go anywhere. I'm perfectly content to stay home and knit, crochet or quilt--exercise just gets in the way--much like work does.
Which is probably the whole issue with my weight. But when I'm working, I walk to the office from my parking space (which I won't do today, due to the doctor's appointments, I will park closer) which is between 3-4 blocks away, and they are long blocks--then again to go home, plus all the running too and fro finding files at the office (always a much loved experience). Heading problems off at the pass. No I get lots of exercise...just not enough to get my blood racing--except for the stress, which is so high--how can I describe it? The telephone rings constantly--with people who want *HELP* and they want it *RIGHT NOW*. They don't want to wait until it's convenient for *YOU*. They want it while they have you on the phone, because you're so hard to get hold of, because your line is always busy, your voice mail is always full, and the rest of the time, you're working so hard, that you don't answer the phone at all! Frankly, I think if I didn't have so much stress at the office, I wouldn't be so freaking FAT!
If I were to get an exercise program going, I would go to the gym--but that costs money, which is better spent on yarn (once again, IMSVHO). There are no gyms near where I work. There is a Curves, but I don't like their methods. I would prefer a trainer, and then, once I got some of the weight off (maybe 40 pounds or so), I'd want to sign up for something a little more aerobic--like dance, for instance. Sigh, the actual desires for my life exceed my pocketbook by quite a ways.
Which leads us to my hubby's job again. These things concern me, and have been in my blog for weeks now, and I'm sure you're quite tired of listening to me voice those concerns time after time after time, but I do that when there's nothing I can do about a particular concern--and hubby's job is just one of those things. One more stressor that simply isn't going to go away *POOF*.
I just wish that there was something I could do about it.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I'm so EXCITED!
Little things excite me, just as little things tick me off. Today, my happiness is directed at my sugar level, which is at 215--and I think that's what the doctor wants to see, hence the happy title. I'm here, blogging, while eating my chocolate flavored Special K cereal...never forget, a walking, talking plug machine over here...saying (mostly to myself), this stuff is pretty good! In truth, I do like this cereal--diet food has come a long way.
Now I suppose it's not really "diet" food, but st least it's not like FROSTED FLAKES, right?
The last day of my "forced upon me" new eating regime, and I feel better than I have in WEEKS--so the lethargy and stuff has been mostly sugar related. The other half of the coin, though, is the stress level, which has been WAY down since being off work--which also helps with the "diet" part, as you might guess. So what of tomorrow?
Last night was a late night, too. I stayed up and watched Monday Night RAW on television. My husband doesn't understand why I like to watch this stupid stuff. *I* don't know why I like to watch this stupid stuff. I suppose it mostly fills the time and gives a steady amount of "white noise" while I knit. Now, I could knit in the quiet, and probably enjoy it just as much, but there are some characters on that show that I like, and some I don't like, who I really *LIKE* to see getting beaten to a pulp and tossed to the mat and made the fool. Oh, yes...that's the good part!
Evil monger than I am...while I rub my hands and titter wickedly...hehehehehe.
But seriously, isn't there someone (or something) you'd like to beat the living snot out of, and pin them to the floor in exhaustion! YES! My job!
Maybe I could make that my stress reliever?
Now I suppose it's not really "diet" food, but st least it's not like FROSTED FLAKES, right?
The last day of my "forced upon me" new eating regime, and I feel better than I have in WEEKS--so the lethargy and stuff has been mostly sugar related. The other half of the coin, though, is the stress level, which has been WAY down since being off work--which also helps with the "diet" part, as you might guess. So what of tomorrow?
Last night was a late night, too. I stayed up and watched Monday Night RAW on television. My husband doesn't understand why I like to watch this stupid stuff. *I* don't know why I like to watch this stupid stuff. I suppose it mostly fills the time and gives a steady amount of "white noise" while I knit. Now, I could knit in the quiet, and probably enjoy it just as much, but there are some characters on that show that I like, and some I don't like, who I really *LIKE* to see getting beaten to a pulp and tossed to the mat and made the fool. Oh, yes...that's the good part!
Evil monger than I am...while I rub my hands and titter wickedly...hehehehehe.
But seriously, isn't there someone (or something) you'd like to beat the living snot out of, and pin them to the floor in exhaustion! YES! My job!
Maybe I could make that my stress reliever?
Monday, November 10, 2008
Another Day gone bye bye!
Well, another day has come and gone. I haven't got much to show for it.
I got my network router working (with the assist of my computer Guru, Chris--THANKS!!), and my new printer/copier/scanner is working great. I made a couple copies of some things, and will distribute them at the next Knit Night.
I got some groceries, not much, just enough to get me going again. Made dinner, although it was very late, so hubby made leftovers. I had a PT appointment today--not much to say about that except that it happened. My wrist still isn't right.
I'm knitting anyway.
I stopped in to the LYS to check on some yarn for a Grumperina Hat, up and coming project--although, I might hold off knitting it until next year. I have so many other things I want to accomplish knitting-wise. I'm thinking about copying the pattern for the piggie socks so that I can write all over it--will be much more portable as a piece of paper, rather than the entire book--see?
I completed another hat last night--another unoriginal hat--this one for another soon to be blessed individual in the family, and probably my mother in law. I'm sort of working outward now, the next individual to get a hat will be hubby's son (my step son) from there, his daughter and her husband, and on from there to his brother and sisters and their spouses..being that it takes barely an evening to knit these up, I could conceivably make another 40 before Christmas comes. I've already outfitted my mother and son--and given them their presents because I can't wait to give them once I've made them...call it impatience, I suppose, but giving is fun.
I'm having a bit of trouble getting interested in some of the projects that I've put on hold...the fair isle sweater, the swing sweater, the entrelac sweater just to name a few. But these little short, easy patterns are simply wicked cool!
The fad will fade eventually. I'll go back to making dishcloths or socks or whatever strikes my fancy. I got a pattern for a pumpkin from a friend, and will likely make that next year around autumn time.
Otherwise, I'm happy and feeling pretty good the last few hours. I still have one day left to have fun, and then I go back to the office on Wednesday.
We all know what that means, don't we?
I got my network router working (with the assist of my computer Guru, Chris--THANKS!!), and my new printer/copier/scanner is working great. I made a couple copies of some things, and will distribute them at the next Knit Night.
I got some groceries, not much, just enough to get me going again. Made dinner, although it was very late, so hubby made leftovers. I had a PT appointment today--not much to say about that except that it happened. My wrist still isn't right.
I'm knitting anyway.
I stopped in to the LYS to check on some yarn for a Grumperina Hat, up and coming project--although, I might hold off knitting it until next year. I have so many other things I want to accomplish knitting-wise. I'm thinking about copying the pattern for the piggie socks so that I can write all over it--will be much more portable as a piece of paper, rather than the entire book--see?
I completed another hat last night--another unoriginal hat--this one for another soon to be blessed individual in the family, and probably my mother in law. I'm sort of working outward now, the next individual to get a hat will be hubby's son (my step son) from there, his daughter and her husband, and on from there to his brother and sisters and their spouses..being that it takes barely an evening to knit these up, I could conceivably make another 40 before Christmas comes. I've already outfitted my mother and son--and given them their presents because I can't wait to give them once I've made them...call it impatience, I suppose, but giving is fun.
I'm having a bit of trouble getting interested in some of the projects that I've put on hold...the fair isle sweater, the swing sweater, the entrelac sweater just to name a few. But these little short, easy patterns are simply wicked cool!
The fad will fade eventually. I'll go back to making dishcloths or socks or whatever strikes my fancy. I got a pattern for a pumpkin from a friend, and will likely make that next year around autumn time.
Otherwise, I'm happy and feeling pretty good the last few hours. I still have one day left to have fun, and then I go back to the office on Wednesday.
We all know what that means, don't we?
All sorts of Birds!
This morning, there were dozens of birds at my bird feeder--I put in a different blend, and now have more birds than I can shake a stick at! Here's some pics of birds I've seen recently:
Blue Jay
Nuthatch
Goldfinch, posing.
Flicker
How nice they all decided to stop by!
Blue Jay
Nuthatch
Goldfinch, posing.
FlickerHow nice they all decided to stop by!
Mandy
Mandy is horribly gun shy. She is not a hunting dog. She's a herding dog, and not very good around loud noises, unless it's hooves on the ground...
Yesterday, our neighbor decided to do some target practice with a muzzle loader, because he's going muzzle loader deer hunting and he wanted to make sure that his particular muzzle loader shot straight and true (are you kidding me?) and if not, what allowances he'd have to make to adjust his aim so that he hit his target.
So it's a "one shot wonder" after another.
Mandy stays in the bathroom, hiding under the loo, while this is going on. She shakes and shivers as if cold, when really she's just terrified of getting shot.
So 6pm comes around and she's still not come out of the bathroom, even though the shooting has long since past-it's dark outside now, too dark to see a target with any accuracy, but she's not coming out. Seven pm comes around, and I'm thinking "what's up with my dog? She still hasn't come out of the bathroom!"
You see, by now, I've forgotten that the neighbor has been shooting all day.
Eight pm rolls about and I finally call her. It's well past time for her last daily potty out of doors, and she's still not come out, requesting to go outside. When I walk in the restroom, she's still hiding, but she's tapping her tail, and I am able to convince her to come out of there, but she's reluctant to go outdoors. I have to tug and pull at her collar, and finally get her out doors, but all she does is shiver by the door waiting to come right back in.
She never did go potty last night, and I was concerned that she would potty in the house from all the stress, but there was nothing this morning. However, she was more that happy to make her bladder gladder this morning. I think she slept with my hubby all night, curled up in a ball on the edge of the bed next to him.
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I'm thinking about going in to the office. I'm not sure that I will. I did request today off--gives me a five day weekend, and then I can go in fresh as a daisy on Wednesday. Or I could go today and ask for Friday off, and be home with my hubby. It's a toss-up. But I'm leaning more toward today than Friday, only because I know we'll have Thanksgiving and Christmas.
He feels the crunch big time of a job gone to hell in a handbasket, and not taking it very well. He's concerned about his life, and I understand it so well. I used to work for a shoe store, and they went out of business--it was a fearful time. I was the only support for my little family, because my then husband wasn't hanging on to a job for any length of time--and so when they started going out of business, I felt the crunch to find another job in a New York Minute. The stress killed the relationships, and pretty much everyone hated each other by the time I got my first job with the State Of Michigan. It was nearly a seamless move, but the damage had been done. Such a sad time for me, after all the hard work I put in to try to keep everything together. He probably feels like a misfit, and knows that I don't make enough money to support this household, not even if I didn't have the bills that I maintain mostly with disposable income (as he calls it). So there will be many things given up when his job is gone, and you might not see me again, unless I head to the library and use the computer there.
So I'll be making allowances at some point. There's always the chance that the government will step in and help out, but then again--maybe not, and this will not only affect me, but my mother as well, as she draws on my father's pension which is also through General Motors. So my whole family will be affected. I'm not sure how all this will pan out, but I'm hoping and praying really hard that things work out for the best.
Yesterday, our neighbor decided to do some target practice with a muzzle loader, because he's going muzzle loader deer hunting and he wanted to make sure that his particular muzzle loader shot straight and true (are you kidding me?) and if not, what allowances he'd have to make to adjust his aim so that he hit his target.
So it's a "one shot wonder" after another.
Mandy stays in the bathroom, hiding under the loo, while this is going on. She shakes and shivers as if cold, when really she's just terrified of getting shot.
So 6pm comes around and she's still not come out of the bathroom, even though the shooting has long since past-it's dark outside now, too dark to see a target with any accuracy, but she's not coming out. Seven pm comes around, and I'm thinking "what's up with my dog? She still hasn't come out of the bathroom!"
You see, by now, I've forgotten that the neighbor has been shooting all day.
Eight pm rolls about and I finally call her. It's well past time for her last daily potty out of doors, and she's still not come out, requesting to go outside. When I walk in the restroom, she's still hiding, but she's tapping her tail, and I am able to convince her to come out of there, but she's reluctant to go outdoors. I have to tug and pull at her collar, and finally get her out doors, but all she does is shiver by the door waiting to come right back in.
She never did go potty last night, and I was concerned that she would potty in the house from all the stress, but there was nothing this morning. However, she was more that happy to make her bladder gladder this morning. I think she slept with my hubby all night, curled up in a ball on the edge of the bed next to him.
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I'm thinking about going in to the office. I'm not sure that I will. I did request today off--gives me a five day weekend, and then I can go in fresh as a daisy on Wednesday. Or I could go today and ask for Friday off, and be home with my hubby. It's a toss-up. But I'm leaning more toward today than Friday, only because I know we'll have Thanksgiving and Christmas.
He feels the crunch big time of a job gone to hell in a handbasket, and not taking it very well. He's concerned about his life, and I understand it so well. I used to work for a shoe store, and they went out of business--it was a fearful time. I was the only support for my little family, because my then husband wasn't hanging on to a job for any length of time--and so when they started going out of business, I felt the crunch to find another job in a New York Minute. The stress killed the relationships, and pretty much everyone hated each other by the time I got my first job with the State Of Michigan. It was nearly a seamless move, but the damage had been done. Such a sad time for me, after all the hard work I put in to try to keep everything together. He probably feels like a misfit, and knows that I don't make enough money to support this household, not even if I didn't have the bills that I maintain mostly with disposable income (as he calls it). So there will be many things given up when his job is gone, and you might not see me again, unless I head to the library and use the computer there.
So I'll be making allowances at some point. There's always the chance that the government will step in and help out, but then again--maybe not, and this will not only affect me, but my mother as well, as she draws on my father's pension which is also through General Motors. So my whole family will be affected. I'm not sure how all this will pan out, but I'm hoping and praying really hard that things work out for the best.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
A Pretty Fair Day
Today, being Saturday, and the first Saturday in the first full week, meant that I was off to my mother's to help her grocery shop.
It also turns out to be her birthday.
I have no idea how old she is. Because I forget everything except for my middle name...um...it's...
Anyway, she's old. She loves pigs. I wasn't able to finish the piggie socks in time, so I showed her the picture. I gave her a hat (and also my son got one). I gave her Runt, and she was so tickled. Then I gave her a piggie trivet that I bought at the grocery store. She loves her gifts!
Then we drove to Hastings to buy her some canvas for cross stitch, and I got more yarn for hats, and then I came home.
I got a little light headed a few hours after breakfast, so I ate an apple. Then around noon, we ate lunch, and I had a sandwich wrap at Arby's...and scarffed a few of my mom's curly fries.
I'm home now, making dinner--leftovers in the form of stew/soup. I'm not sure if I want to thicken the broth or not--it might make quite a tasty vegetable beef soup--so I'm waiting for hubby to get home before proceeding.
Speaking of hubby--he came home all hang-dog, sat down in his chair and asked me if I'd heard the news...
No, haven't had the television on all day, what's up?
His company is going bankrupt if the government doesn't bail them out. Since McCain didn't get elected (remember, he was the pro-business/pro-jobs candidate?), the company is terrified, and probably crying wolf, but I imagine that they are in pretty dire financial straights what with all the golden parachutes they gave to management to basically tell them "don't go away mad, just GO AWAY!"
So hubby might not have a job soon, and he's at a loss as to what he's going to do. Having your company go out of business at any age is terrible, but at 52?? He's worried about his 401K, his retirement savings, and everything else--and in addition, he's feeling pretty well hog-tied about it all, because he really can't make any sudden moves at his age--let alone make changes before he knows what's really going to happen. So he's still pretty much trying to carry all his eggs in the same basket he's been carrying them in for the last 30 odd years. I'm not sure it's wise, but I can't advise him on any other recourse. I feel bad for him, because he's a big "old-school" type man--ie, THE MAN BRINGS HOME THE BACON. I feel bad for both of us, because we're going to have to make some severe changes in our lifestyles and manner of living. I feel badly for everyone around us because our family's are both sort of dependent on us in different ways, and we might not be able to continue to fill those needs.
So he's over at his mom and dad's while I futz around the house and get dinner started.
I hope he's in a good mood when he arrives.
It also turns out to be her birthday.
I have no idea how old she is. Because I forget everything except for my middle name...um...it's...
Anyway, she's old. She loves pigs. I wasn't able to finish the piggie socks in time, so I showed her the picture. I gave her a hat (and also my son got one). I gave her Runt, and she was so tickled. Then I gave her a piggie trivet that I bought at the grocery store. She loves her gifts!
Then we drove to Hastings to buy her some canvas for cross stitch, and I got more yarn for hats, and then I came home.
I got a little light headed a few hours after breakfast, so I ate an apple. Then around noon, we ate lunch, and I had a sandwich wrap at Arby's...and scarffed a few of my mom's curly fries.
I'm home now, making dinner--leftovers in the form of stew/soup. I'm not sure if I want to thicken the broth or not--it might make quite a tasty vegetable beef soup--so I'm waiting for hubby to get home before proceeding.
Speaking of hubby--he came home all hang-dog, sat down in his chair and asked me if I'd heard the news...
No, haven't had the television on all day, what's up?
His company is going bankrupt if the government doesn't bail them out. Since McCain didn't get elected (remember, he was the pro-business/pro-jobs candidate?), the company is terrified, and probably crying wolf, but I imagine that they are in pretty dire financial straights what with all the golden parachutes they gave to management to basically tell them "don't go away mad, just GO AWAY!"
So hubby might not have a job soon, and he's at a loss as to what he's going to do. Having your company go out of business at any age is terrible, but at 52?? He's worried about his 401K, his retirement savings, and everything else--and in addition, he's feeling pretty well hog-tied about it all, because he really can't make any sudden moves at his age--let alone make changes before he knows what's really going to happen. So he's still pretty much trying to carry all his eggs in the same basket he's been carrying them in for the last 30 odd years. I'm not sure it's wise, but I can't advise him on any other recourse. I feel bad for him, because he's a big "old-school" type man--ie, THE MAN BRINGS HOME THE BACON. I feel bad for both of us, because we're going to have to make some severe changes in our lifestyles and manner of living. I feel badly for everyone around us because our family's are both sort of dependent on us in different ways, and we might not be able to continue to fill those needs.
So he's over at his mom and dad's while I futz around the house and get dinner started.
I hope he's in a good mood when he arrives.
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