Well, Life Stinks

I don't know what we're doing about Christmas this year. The kids are all excited about Santa and Christmas. I don't have the heart to tell them Santa might not even show up.

Bills, low paying jobs, and not being paid. Life of the freelancer, huh? Not to mention having people living with us who refuse to do their part.

I did have an idea to go through all of the junk upstairs and in the basement and just post a ton of junk on craigslist for a buck a pop. It's hilarious, though. I see the same stuff posted on CL or eBay going for a ton of money while I never get more than one or two bids, if that. I do the same thing they do...nothing.

I still have ten articles to do before the end of the month, but that payment is going to have a chunk taken out of it before I get it. Not to mention payment date changed on me, so it won't come until I am already in the hospital with Lucas.

I'm tired of low rates. I'm tired of getting the run around with payments. I'm tired of the economy being so bad there are no jobs here for hubby to work. I'm tired of paying the highest gas prices in the nation (supposedly). I'm tired of the inlaws taking advantage of us. I'm tired of not being able to buy enough groceries/clothes/have hot water.

Yeah, I said hot water. A few people knew, but we haven't had hot water in over a year. We have to heat it on the darned stove. Why? None of the inlaws that live with us could help pay the gas bill, but when their electric was going to be shut off, I paid off their ENTIRE bill. Over a grand. We heat with those stupid little electric heaters because some guy backed out on selling us a woodstove last year.

Maybe I'll take up a collection one day at the church. Oh wait, I don't go to church. Pfeh, even God doesn't like me.

Ok, end whining.