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I read this article today. It’s quite long for an online article but it truly made me think. Rick and I haven’t faced any of the things that this couple faced (foreclosure, bankruptcy, bounced checks, etc.) Our relationship has been one of pretty strong financial assets. I’ve learned how to make little go far and be grateful for all that I have, but those lessons came before him. With him I have always felt abundantly blessed, and money (while it worries the natural born worrier within me) has never caused significant problems in our marriage.  We both know the importance of paying the bills and saving for a rainy day.  Neither of us has extreme money issues.  And neither of us is a “Shopaholic”.

One thing that’s currently pissing me off is this whole “stiffing taxpayers with bad mortgages” issue. I mean if you signed an A.R.M., why do I as a taxpayer have to bail your dumbass out?

Trust me….I’ve had a foreclosure….I took my licks all by myself. And yes, after the fact, I learned that it was an A.R.M. and that was in 1999.

No one bailed me out.  I had to rebuild alone.

I understand this issue is affecting the overall economy and I’m all for giving to the cause, but this one pisses me off.

I always thought I was a pretty good mother.  Apparently, I’m actually failing that class.  It’s not as if the professer has ever shown up and no one’s told me which book I’m required to read.  The assignments are brutally emotional and as soon as I think I have one turned it, it turns out that I was doing the wrong assignment and the rules have all changed with no notice and I must begin all over again.

I fear that no matter how much I invest, personally and financially, I will never graduate.  I will never reach a completion date.  I may never succeed.

But in the big scheme of things, I love my son more than I’ve ever loved or cared for anything before.  When did I lose him to strangers, to his friends???  And how do I ace this class?

Perhaps it’s time to cheat?

Message I just got from my best EnglandeR friend BraN. His wife’s name is Michelle…..

Hiya KriS,

Just to let you know we had a lovely baby boy this morn@5:19am, born 5 weeks prem. at 2.12kgs (4lbs,11oz). Mich and baby are happy and healthy!

BraN xx

Today was my last day of class as an undergraduate student.  I am done.  I have nothing profound to say.

Why is it when you fix one part of your life, another one appears to fall apart?

The part I’m referring to is not my marriage.

It is my role as a Mother.

Kid…..you worry me…..ohhh you worry me.

I’m the worlds worst blogger really.  Lately I haven’t felt enthused about it.  However, I am sick.  I’m sick like I haven’t been sick in a long time.  I have a sore throat and chills and the cough.  Oh the cough is coughing like it’s being paid overtime.  My throat is cloaked in a sweater I swear.  Yes, it feels like a sweater material is what my throat is made of.  And really I need the sweater on my constantly cold toes.  Florida has been cold and bitter the last month or so.  And then we get this one shining Indian summer appearing day here and there and then on those days I’m out running about like a little kid and alas I think that one day when I was smiling big was the day I got this ick.  This ick that is making me sick.

And I have confessions to make.  Being sick I can’t concentrate on anything.  Thankfully I’m in my last class and senioritis is allowable.  I have a great team of peeps in this last class and that is making it bearable and actually enjoyable.  I’m sick of talking about dying off breeds of animals and the environment because it seems too little care about too much to tackle.  (forgive me world, I’m ick..sick ick)

I downloaded that CD by Robert Plant and Allison Krauss and it’s amazing.  It’s making my soul sing even though my throat can’t croak out more than “I’m not coming in today, I’m out sick”.  They seem the weirdest combination and something about that reminds me of Rick and I.  We have nothing in common and we share no common interests, hobbies, etc.  We don’t even like the same movies and yet…somehow we are harmonious. Ok so we’re really not harmonious because we have a penchant for the consistent bickering. We’re like two moths fighting for the light and somehow when you watch them they appear to be dancing.  Yes, that’s Rick and I.  He’s not sick…like I, so we fortunately don’t have that in common right now.

Oh back to my confession..see how I can’t concentrate on shiz?  

I have been reading the shopaholic books as if they are candy and I am some dirty hungry vagrant rat in the city.  Yes the shopaholic books about that stupid twit Rebecca who buys too much, pays for too little and somehow lands a hot successful man.  Who writes this garbage and more importantly is every girl out there that’s reading it…are they all sick and unable to concentrate on shiz like myself?  I mean seriously this character is the worst.  I think I’m enjoying reading these books because I don’t have to think and I can’t think right now…I’m ickly sickly.  Seek..so seek am I. 

Chloe just noticed that our new neighbors have a big ass dog and she now wants to kill him.  Ha…she kills me…even when I’m sick.

I wonder if there’s a cold medicine that actually works.  If not, there’s a huge portion of drugstore business that is a joke.

Oh one last thing….there’s a Kindle 2 out now. Oh wait…that sucker is not available for shipment either.  Hate amazon…iz they sick?