More bad news.

Josh had another low test score in Calculus. Realistically, it's unlikely he will get a C in the class. When the GI bill pays for school, you have to pass the class, or you suddenly have to come up with the money to pay them back. Also, I got $800.00 out of my super secret emergency fund to help with the house payments until the refinancing paperwork goes through. It was gone in a week. Not just gone, we somehow have negative bank money. Josh is going to find out if he has to pay for a D, and what will happen if he drops the class instead. We don't know what to do about the rest.

If you know of a way for me to work at home, now would be the time to speak up. Writing didn't pay worth the time and effort. Besides I felt very unappreciated with all those rejections. No one wanted me to proofread, so that was a bust, too. And the lady down the street never showed up, so that's not going to happen, either. Is there something out there that doesn't involve phone work (my kids are noisy) or an initial investment? Data entry? Maybe at your work? I promise to work for less than the going rate. I'm desperate.

I didn't get any sleep last night. Watched DVDs with Josh to cheer him up, and then later I wasn't feeling well. I have a small sore throat and more headache-ness.

This Saturday is our performance, and it's also the birthday party for Josh's 3rd sister, Missy. They're planning to recite a bunch of jokes about Missy, as a toast. You know, blond jokes and the like. Personally, if a room full of people started laughing about how dumb I was, I would leave and never come back. And she gets mad faster than anyone I've ever seen. I'm gonna go ahead and say that was poor planning. And I will be off performing in Osage Beach, so if there is blood, I will miss out. It's gonna be a mess. She never considers their wants/needs/intentions and they never consider hers. And I hate the, "Oh, I'm just giving you trouble," thing that they do, when they never get to know a person well enough to be aware of what might offend them. If they're "giving you trouble" then, somehow, it's YOUR fault if you are offended, not theirs.

Um. I didn't mean to talk about that.

Grant is in his room, screaming his lungs out. Abbie is on the couch watching Mama Mirabelle on DVD. Josh is at work, and I am counting the hours until taiko. I need to get out of here. I couldn't be more pleased that I'm going to my grandmother's next week.

So depressed.

Or...maybe not. I always knew it would get worse, not better. I guess I'll just keep going.

In the meantime, let me know if you think of something for me to do here. Or if you see a great job listing for Josh, that would be wonderful, too. He has "some college" and Veteran's status and management experience and technical experience and A+ computer repair certification....

Well, anyway.

I almost wrote an email to everyone I've ever met begging for that sort of help, but couldn't do it.

I started reading Daddy Long Legs again. And sometimes I think I have a short story waiting to come out, but no writing yet. Grant has cavities on his fillings (okay, around his fillings is more accurate), and still has a bulge by his gum. His appointment this month isn't going to be cheap. And did I tell you that our land line/internet bill went up, and quality went down when they changed ownership this month? Grr!

Hope your November is shaping up to be more secure than mine. The good news is that we don't live on a dirt floor. That we have running water and climate control. That we are healthy, and we have each other. We have fun events in our future, like Thanksgiving.

"That's all I have to say about that."