A 'Lil Complaining (OK, a Lot)

I shall do my very best to not spend our precious time together complaining. It might be hard, but I put on my iPod to avoid listening to kids for a while and I am about to be hopped up on sugar from the magnificent decaf chai tea (from bags) I have mastered in recent weeks. There's so much, but I don't even have the patience to go into it all. Money, ants, and cuntry bumpkin fuckernet issues have added unnecessary stresses to my day.

Well, the ants got taken care of yesterday as I'm not quite as stubborn about doing it myself in the face of five acres (plus the hundreds of our neighbors) worth of Argentinean fire ants (fortunately a non-biting variety). I can feel good about bringing Chem-Free in to do the job though now my house is covered in pyrethrums that were harsh enough that the organic gardening center I used to work for would not sell them. Since they are plant derived, they are deemed organic, but I bet I'll have to call them back in two weeks. We've been here before. But, this time I signed a contract to get our house blasted with pyrethrums monthly. Goody. Oh god, I'm blogging about ants. They're gone today and that I will be happy about. That challenge was transferred over to the money category, a solution which is so often easiest, but not so often available.

Money, money, money. A little Beck, Radiohead, and REM are trying to realign my thinking. Thanks. So often my impetus to write is discontent, but having the internet be persnickety, I have been inconsistent. I am, however, about to begin Chapter Four of the memoir, though the chapters are shortish. They are what my short attention writing span will grant me. I'm not complaining though. It's further along than I've ever gone before and I'm still going. Wait, I was going to complain about money.

Our stimulus check is due to be sent to us by July 11th, the last round, I think. I'm skeptical and then imagine the bribe for procreating will be omitted. Our landlord/ friend has been infinitely patient with us and we need to give him some govmn't money. I need to patch a tire which has an extraordinarily slow leak. Snaggletooth's sixth birthday is Sunday. At least we have figured out that a Nintendo DS will look very extravagant without being exorbitant, in addition to a birthday party which is so hard to coordinate in the middle of the summer when we are out of touch with school-time friends, not to mention that his best buddy is at his grandparents' for the entire summer. Then there's (let me get the list) car insurance and registration, dentist for snaggletooth, car payment (we're behind), electric (though we cleared up the disconnect notice last week), internet and always... gas, groceries and a few meds. That's in the immediate future; we have to fill the propane tank, get new glasses (particularly for Mr. Bee, but things got smaller this last year for me as well), get things out of the pawn shop, buy books, back to school clothes, shoes, backpacks (maybe a haircut or two), oh, and tuition for back to school, and rent for the fall semester, student health insurance all the week before school starts with my student loan/ grant/ scholarship money (not to mention I have a $500 debt to start with. Oh, and I just found out I've maxed out my subsidized student loan limit in these last four years already of being back in school.

I would love to complain about the fuckernet, but I need to go and get ready for our trek in for a meeting I have, and teh running of the boys. They ride bikes now which is so cool. We have a monster long rock driveway which is not conducive, so the hike and bike trail calls, and then free pools and free internet around downtown. Between that and the still $.85 breakfast tacos at Tamale House, we'll make it though another day.

Have I mentioned we are in infinitely better financial times than we have been in former years. It's true. I just needed a place to vent.

I'm sure I missed the opportunity to blame this on teh Republicans, but just assume that's implied in all of the above.

Even the genius has taken to the candy cigarettes with his chai tea. Yes, it's a violation of the recent intention to remove personal identifiers from the blog, but that is another rant, one I hope to get to sooner rather than later.

I'd like to thank The Flaming Lips, The Black Angels and Spoon for my mood shift.

Time to make the proverbial donuts.


Randal Graves said...

Have you thought about invading a country will oil? It'll pay for itself and you're surely have some cash left over.

Anonymous said...

You know that I totally get your money rant. Lordy how I wish I could help you.

Perhaps we should just start that commune already? Georgia or Texas? What's the diff? They're both hideously Red. But you're in Austin and that's far superior to where we live on the corner of noplace and nowhere.

Thank goodness for the healing power of music.

Liberality said...

I hate money. I hate money! Fuck money!!!

Hope it all works out for ya dear.

Ghost Dansing said...

yeah then there's that money thing..... yeah yeah yeah flaming lips...... beautiful child looks like you

If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch
Would you do it?
If you could make everybody poor just so you could be rich
Would you do it?
If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back
Would you do it?
If you could take all the love without giving any back
Would you do it?
And so we cannot know ourselves or what we'd really do...

With all your power

Utah Savage said...

Freida, I too am having the money troubles. Most of us are. It's living from day to day. you do seem to be coping very well and in a writing mood--that's good news. Remember guys, Those tax breaks for the uber-rich are only about 6% of the population. the rest of us are fucked. We must write our way out of this poverty. Murder stories, dangerous women who scare the crap out of sensible men are what the world wants now. We're all sick of men as role models. Men as Super Heroes are so old hat. Onward dangerous women.

Romius T. said...

My poverty is at least mine and I don t feel the guilt of parental responsibility. good luck my frieda. I think i might need to get a second job as a nightwatchman somewhere, any advice?

Dr. Zaius said...

My econimic stimulus check was not nearly as stimulating as I had hoped it would be. **sigh**