June 1, 2002

  • Next.


    My hub is outta work again, with no prospects on the horizon. We spent this morning, Saturday, sucking up disapproval and disdain at the Welfare office. May that person who assisted us rot in that special circle of hell reserved for pompous officials and be forever tormented by jamming staplers, photocopiers that accordion copies and computer keyboards with a missing 'H' key. My next job will be to hire and fire government employees after administering them particularly humiliating means and capabilities tests.


    It's rained for the past 6 days straight. My sole achievement has been to invent new ways to eat Nutella and toast. I have perfected my 'brooding stare' while glaring out at the gloomy sky and the mudhole that is our yard. My next yard will be green tarmac and cacti and I will have an outdoor bar fridge.


    I hate my dog. She shits more than a full grown milk heifer and scratches all the time, despite her owners spending a fortune on skin treatments and flea medicine. She rolls in one more dead thing, I am leaving the back yard gate open and removing her collar. My next pet will be a rock. I am no good on disgusting habits in something that I didn't birth.


    My kid is in the midst of potty training herself. Mainly cos I could not give a rats whether she waddles into high school with Depends on or not. So she is doing it to spite me. You go, girl. I am the poster child for slacker mothers everywhere. Proof positive benign neglect works on occasion - especially when your child is as bloody minded as mine. My next parenting task will be to get her to eat carrots, cos that sure as hell ain't happening.


    Hub and I are closer than ever. Go figure. Someone somewhere has my psyche and isn't having a good time. I sure don't feel like me. Maybe it's merely that we have become foxhole buddies - arms cradling our heads, shoulders hunkered down, waiting for the shit storm to pass. My next relationship will be with him, because it keeps changing as soon as I get a handle on it.


    My writing voice seems to have deserted me, leaving me fragments of ideas but no real idea of how to get them down and into shape. Perhaps that's the weather, perhaps it's our situation, perhaps I have lost it for good. I don't think so, not yet, anyway. My next blog will have a theme of some kind. Any ideas?

Comments (13)

  • Wow - This is great writing for someone with a "lost voice."  I've been through the agony of  unemployment, I don't know why it is that we think of ourselves as being "helpful" as a society when the process of asking for "help" is designed to be as humiliating and degrading as possible.  {{{{hugs}}}} to you and your family. 

  • No, you haven't lost your writing voice...you're just as scattered as the rest of us.   Sorry about the hub's employment situation (or lack thereof).  If only Mouse were a little older & you were pissed at her, you could set her to shoveling the dog shit.  It's what we've instituted with oldest boy around here.  Works wonders for his attitude.  Love you.

  • Hey, you don't have to have a 'theme' to write in here, dearie.  You're writing from the heart, so keep doing that. 

    I'm sorry about all the crap (literal and figurative) in your life right now.  Sounds like you're riding it out with your hubby, as a team. 

    Here's a {{hug}} and good thoughts for you, from AZ USA.

  • My next job will be to hire and fire government employees after administering them particularly humiliating means and capabilities tests.

    No.  Get a job in healthcare first, and then, along with administering those tests you can add some high colonics to your administrative torture.

  • I would say that this blog has a great theme. Also I would say that in the midst of your harsh circumstances you guys seem to be doing the very things that will weather this storm. Many times people use times like you are experiencing to become dissatisfied with the ones with whom they have made their vows. I applaud your determination in the midst of the confusion.

    Steve

  • SMOOCH.

  • You're full of baloon juice. Your writing voice is strong and powerful. You're a great mother and a good wife. To top that all off you're an excellent friend. Now go out back, take a mud bath and laugh at the world for being too stodgy and concerned about the things that don't really matter. Oh, and I love you.

  • James had a great idea ^^up there^^.  I say go with it.  Take Mouse and hub with you, and the three of you can wallow around in the mud, laughing your asses off.  Then ya get up, clean up, and keep moving forward.  One.  Step.  At.  A.  Time.

    I think your voice is as dead on as ever. 

  • Your writing is as fabulous as ever.

    I just let my daughter be naked and had the potty chair in whatever room she was in until she got the connection.  I tell all my friends this and it always works.  All kids wanna do is be naked.  They'll even pick up their own toys if you tell them they can do it naked.  Or maybe Tara's just a stripper in training...

  • You're okay, we're okay, everyone else is screwed!  You are still coming through loud and clear, Lady.  Sorry about hubby's job situation....maybe the dream is just around the corner?  Who knows?  I think traditionalism is overrated anyhoos.... much love and hugssss from Canada!

  • This is a great blog. You don't need a theme.

  • *groan*Im off to the dole office in the morning too, hub lost his job last week.....Gotta luv the tossers at centrelink ...

  • You are perpetually brilliant.  You just can't help it, it's innate. 

    Theme?  Hmmm...Yeah, like I have any bright goddamn ideas today.

    And I love you much.

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