The Fibrochondriac

Not that San Diego (78 degrees and sunny)  isn’t nice, but we’re homesick. So John and I are heading back up to Seattle (59 degrees and raining) for the weekend. It’s youngest daughter’s birthday and middle son needs to get slapped around a bit (see previous post). Oldest daughter and I need to chat…in the incredibly relaxing atmosphere of the bathhouse I’m pretty damn sure we’ll talk nice…so we’re traveling yet again.

However, last week I went on a jaunt with da hubby since he had to travel for work (this job is right up there with his last one for travel.  But it might get better. I’ve got my fingers crossed) and while he was out working my face made significant contact with the hotel room wall.

I am uncertain as to how this occured as the ONLY thing I remember is laying on the floor with this really cute guy in fire fighting gear in my face asking me what my name was. Too early for Halloween and it’s been years since I’ve been in the dating scene.

I must have knocked myself silly. The only reason I’m mentioning this is because, as I said, it’s only been a week since that happened.

Nothing like going home to visit family and friends looking like someone got ahold of a sharpie and drew little halfmoons under my eyes. Attractive!

I’m just cracking up at my kid. And beating my head against a wall at the same time.  Got that visual? That would explain the two black eyes I’ve been sporting for the past week or so.

Anyhow, #1 son lost his job, oh gosh, about four months ago. He was working at Target. He has been unable to find another job, in part because it’s really outside of his comfort zone.

Pretty much everyone in his universe has been trying to help him find a job. I’ll leave it at that.

In the meantime he has to live, right? Pay expenses, go to movies, buy junk food at the local gas station and all that.  Oh and get a charger for his cell phone.

Just check out this post from the boy:  http://strangerhappenings.wordpress.com (he has since deleted the specific  post, but he had put up a “PayPal donation” badge. I laughed so hard I snorted (which hurts because in order to have two black eyes, you must have hit your nose. I have that on good authority).

He is very creative when it comes to finding ways to make money as long as it doesn’t involve actual work.