Category Archives: The poor house

No resolution, but certainly some resolve

With the holidays behind me, and some normalcy returning to my life, I finally have some time to reflect on 2010 and look forward to 2011. Like most (or so it seems), Christmas kicked my ass. Hard. I treasured the … Continue reading

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And what’s another?

I had sex last night. ::GASP:: Not just any kind of sex. Pure, just the way God intended, baby-making sex. (::looking around:: my family doesn’t read this, right?) Sigh of relief There, I said it. Dave and I started Day … Continue reading

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Is it hot in here?

You may not know what this is, but I do: This is life-changing, relaxing, skin cleaning, HOT water.  I was hoping for some glorious steamy shot (heh, that’s what she said), but unfortunately the setting isn’t hot enough for steam, … Continue reading

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Today, let’s talk about enemies.  Quite a melancholy topic to discuss before one of the best weekends of the summer, but enemies have taken over my week, brought me —->this close<—- to a mental breakdown, and created that “last straw,” … Continue reading

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Dear News/Internet,

I have no interest in hearing anything about this man:   I have no interest in being reminded that while we struggle with multiple  jobs, bills we can’t pay, and broken cars we can’t fix, this man can do anything he wants … Continue reading

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Someone pinch me

As you may have noticed, Dave and I are poor (see 9 million “poor me” posts below).  No one to blame but ourselves, but because of this debacle we find ourselves in, I went on a frantic search for a part … Continue reading

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I’m Mr. Icicle… I’m Mr. Ten Below

When it rains, it pours, folks… and my life is no different!  I woke up this morning barely able to see, I was so tired.  My eyes swollen, muscles sore.  Rewind to 5:30 last night.  High hopes for a re-run … Continue reading

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