Not A Happy Post

Things are quiet around the Moore house these days. The Bride is going through some work stuff and she's looking forward to her interview next week (big jump in responsibilities; unequal pay raise). Eldest is at work, biding her time until potential employers start calling. Middle started the semester in her usual fashion and going to school about eight hours a week. Youngest has been pissed at me for a solid month now. Sins of the father here: I treated my parental units exactly the same. Doesn't help much that I've had to insert fiscal responsibility into recent discussions. The daughter and I are so much alike, it's freaky.

Here's a notice: I do not like snow anymore. I miss the drought. I want to live in a place where I can bike outside year-round and not have to use a stationary next to Sam the Free-Flying Sweathog (literally). Yes, I'm retaining water, my ankles feel fat, and I'm craving chocolate. Do these jeans make my butt look fat?

The good news of the day is UNR returned my messages and I will be rocking/rolling with them next Friday. Trying not to set myself up for disappointment here, but I'm one charged-up dude for that interview.

The other bit of good news is I will buy my IPod sometime in February. I've been saving a little cash here and there since last year to (a) see if I can do it and (b) reward myself for working three jobs for much of 2005. It's been a long, frustrating exercise in fiscal patience.

Speaking of which: Look at this bills! Oy!!!! I gotta find a weekend job.

But at least I finally satisfied my avacado craving.

(And I recognize the paradox: not being able to pay all of the bills, yet having the moola for an IPod. I've been working like a dog at extra jobs to support the family, and whatever $$$ is used for the toy would hold back the tidal wave of debt for only a day or two. Might as well be listening to cool tunes as they repossess the truck/van, and we live in a cardboard box. :))


Distance: 7.80 miles
Time: 30:00 minutes
547 calories burned