No Sudden Movements

Life has handed us some lemons and I'm eating them raw.  Can't afford the sugar for the lemonade.  I'm one cranky b***h and you just don't want to mess with me with now.

My full time job has started in the public schools.  First off, I love this job, truly I do.  The perfect mix of students, parents, college kids, and the community.  And it's more hours than last year so yay for me!

But since we're so strapped financially I've also taken on two part time jobs.  They are both fun and interesting, but working 50 or more hours per week is crazy!  Especially when I have three busy kids to raise.

Why you ask?  Well one is we really need a 3rd car.  The truck takes Johnny C to work, out of town, 10-12 hours days.  The van is all we have left to get me to work 9-5, 3 kids to school 8-3, two teens to work 4-9, me to part time gigs, and all our other activities.  Did you notice the time overlaps in there?  Yeah bikes work but not past October.  We have a "bus" of sorts but it doesn't run like you'd expect.

And although we need a 3rd car, financially it will about kill us.  Ever tried to get even basic insurance for a junker that will have TWO teen drivers?  And there's something illogical about getting a 3rd job to pay for a car you need to get to your 3rd job.

A clean tidy house is very important for my sanity, but evidently not so much for Johnny C and the kids.  Actually what I should be saying is: it really hasn't dawned on them that I'm not around to pick up after anyone and that clutter won't put itself away.

And while juggling all this, I think about the AIG cretins and others who failed miserably at their jobs but are stuffing multi million dollar taxpayer bonuses into their pockets.  They haven't a financial care in the world.  They can eat in restaurants, they can hire cleaning staff, they have multiple cars and drivers at their disposal.  And I'll bet they don't worry about the oil pump going out or the insurance costs.

My husband and I were doing our jobs with flying colors, putting 150% effort into our end of the social bargain, and were content with our middle class placement.  In return we get slapped around and thrown out with the trash.  On top of that we get GOP politicians telling us we're lazy, spoiled, and otherwise negligent. 

As I write this, a friend that I admire greatly is dying of breast cancer.  She may not even last through the month.  She is leaving three beautiful children including a 7-year-old.  So I feel guilty complaining about my jobs and money when I know her family would all run to Texas and back if it meant she'd live.  I can't stand the thought of her leaving.

Somedays it's really damn hard not to be bitter.  Really damn hard.

Same Crap, Different Decade

I didn't watch any of the coverage of the so-called grass roots convergence on the Mall.  

Nothing sponsored by Fox and other big-money sources is grass roots.

And trying to bring decent health care to all Americans is not Fascism.

And Socialism is not Communism.

And you can't be a Socialist AND a Communist AND a Nazi.

And liberals are not at all interested in taking away anyone's Bible, or guns, or putting anyone in concentration camps.  Loss of civil liberties happens under conservatives. not liberals.

And America's honor was destroyed through torture, extreme rendition, an illegal war, rampant unregulated corporate profits, and 8 years of conservative rule.

America's honor is being very slowly restored by having an intelligent person in the White House.  He's not perfect, but he was legally elected by the majority of Americans.

Win some, lose some

Successes for Today:
1. Got my child to an appointment at Children's Hospital in St. Paul, on time!
2. Got same child's class schedule straightened out, after some major problems.
3. Remembered to pick up my work laptop.
4. Had a nice healthy lunch at Cossetta's Italian market in downtown St. Paul.  Even thought ahead and bought a small lovely mostaccioli/ricotta dish for supper.

Fails for Today
1. Sent child off to her job with the car . . . forgetting that I had a training session later that afternoon.
2. Also forgot about a meeting at 6pm.
3. ALSO forgot the mostaccioli dish in the car.

Kitchen Crazy

I've been one busy crazed woman in the kitchen this weekend.
Key word being crazed.

This Fall is going to be busy.  I'll be working three jobs, plus taking every paying gig I can get through the schools: namely taking tickets or working concessions at sports events.

Swear this is the Neocon plot to keep the previous middle class crawling in the dirt, so we have no time to fight them.  We used to be comfortable.  Now we're pinching pennies into 8 or 9 parts, working every waking hour, and live in fear that the car will break down.

In an attempt to keep our money for luxuries like gas, electricity and medicine, I'm trying to cut the food budget from frugal down to dismal.

The best thing for my family right now would be once-a-month-cooking.  Ever tried it?  Over two days you shop, chop, prep, and assemble 20-30 main dishes for your freezer.  Some people actually DO this!

Well after today I think it might drive me bat-shit-crazy.  I mean truly right over the deep end into drooling, hallucinating, straight-jacket insanity.

So this weekend, I put the following into the freezer:
Two tuna casseroles
Two baked ziti
One chicken pot pie
Two bags of chicken thighs marinated for the grill
One bag of browned hamburger and onions ready for tacos or whatever
One bag full of chopped garden onions.
A double batch of "breakfast cookies" with oatmeal, choc chips,dried cherries, and pecans

Coming yet this fall:
Roasted homegrown tomato sauce
Onions, onions, onions
Carrots
Lots more pesto

I'm so sick of my kitchen and dirty dishes.  My chapped hands and sore feet tell me I'd better hurry and come into some money so I can hire a staff.  Then cooking can be fun again!

Summer Kitchens

Remember Summer Kitchens?  Anybody living in very rural farmland knows what I mean.  Farms had a separate structure for the summer cooking, canning, and preserving to keep all that heat and steam out of the house.  And with all the canning and freezing I've been doing lately I'd appreciate a summer kitchen of my own.

My best childhood friend Lisa lived on a massive dairy farm.  Right outside their old frame farmhouse was the perfect summer kitchen.  They had long since quit using it for cooking.  But now I can imagine having a separate space with big stove burners, long worktables, and deep sinks.

In my next house, I'm going to plan a summer kitchen.  With air conditioning and central heat, wireless internet, killer pot racks, a commercial dishwasher, a tile floor with a drain right in the middle, maybe a wood fired oven and giant windows.  In my dreams I make a living canning and cooking all kinds of goodies, right there in my summer kitchen.  And of course there'd be a comfy stool for you and your coffee or iced tea so you can keep me company.

Flotsam from my brain

Going to see WICKED tomorrow night with MG and some of my favorite family members.

Out for a beer tonight with friends - enjoyment was enhanced by watching the owner try to chase a bat out the window.  He was not successful.  It fell behind a couch.

The school year is fast approaching and I'm not ready to give my kids back.

Planning to spend this little hiatus between jobs putting all manner of dinners in the freezer.

I've been wanting an outdoor tub or shower for quite a while now.

Me on the right, Halloween, Freshman Year

This pretty location is my new part time job.  Waiting on word of my "real" job at the schools.

 I chose the espresso maker - it's on its way!!

Let's Talk About Deanna!

Last night we were at some friends, drinking and eating around the campfire.  One friend was bragging up my blog (oh I BLUSH!).  Friend Deanna said "you should just blog about ME!".  So Deanna, this one's for you!

Deanna is a shining light in my life, and the lives of many others.  She's a true Southern Belle planted in the cold prairies of Minnesota.  She was raised in South Carolina and taught to be a real lady, 'cept she can swear like a trucker. Especially when the winter wind whips around her hilltop house.

Deanna plays piano like a pro.  She gives lessons to lots of little knee biters in our little town.  There she is, the picture of the prim piano teacher with her jewelry and her manicure.  Little do her pupils know that after they leave she's on the deck smokin' and nursing a gin & tonic.  Sorry Deanna - I should mention she doesn't smoke anymore!

Deanna has suffered a great deal of hard loss in the last several years.  I mean life has just cold-cocked her upside the head, including an ongoing battle with Lyme's Disease.  Between Deanna and I, Job's got nothing.
But through it all she keeps smiling, laughing, and searching.  Deanna has a wonderful spiritual sense and a deep curiosity.  She shares my new-agey sensibilities but we both still get weepy at a good 4-part rendition of "Whispering Hope".

Deanna is also HYS-TER-I-CAL!  She can always find the raw humor in every single situation, including her own sorrows.  It was Deanna who got us all to rethink  stocks on the Town Square.  She has just the guy for the first round!

And Deanna is so generous!  If I called her in the middle of the night and said I needed her, and to stop at the grocery store and get a few things first, she'd do it.  She's letting us store some things in her large basement free of charge.  When our housing needs were looking pretty dire, she said we could all just move in with her. And bless her she meant it.

My Friend Deanna - if you can, go out and get one for yourself!