Good Morning!
The sun is shining! It's been shining so much more lately, the last week for sure, more often than not. Yay. I'm telling you it makes a difference.
Yesterday, as I said I was going to, I made mom's sloppy joe recipe. It was so good. This is gonna sound weird but it's like having her here, tasting certain things that she made.
Mom left such a beautiful legacy.
So far this morning, I have been focusing on my morning routine. I need to speed things up clearly. I'm not trying to get up at 5 yet, just want to get the routine down and make it a habit.
I've got a cat rubbing up against my leg. "Little" Pumpkin.
I discovered something yesterday. She is a scratcher. I already know the bottoms of my furniture are trashed but it was cheap so who cares.
However, she will jump onto the kitchen counter, then up to the fridge and then to the top of the cabinets and then...she fucking scratches the cabinets in one spot.
It's trashed and there will be no way I can fix it.
So once I'm working two jobs, and I'm settled into my budget, I am going to purchase a shit-ton of scratching posts and I'll be putting one up above the cabinets too.
My sister is the only one who can trim her nails so I'm going to need to get her out here at least once a month to do so...yah hear that sis? Your services are needed, lol.
I feel so bad for Pumpkin, because I think she'd do so well with a baby kitty. She needs a friend. Grey wants nothing to do with her, except when she's sleeping because Grey likes the warmth she provides and Mocha will sometimes give her a little kiss but that's it.
But for now...no kitten and certainly, no puppy.
So I'm going to try to keep moving today again, just moving and getting things done. It takes the panic down a notch.
I did my taxes but holy shit, Turbo Tax charges a fortune now. It used to be you only paid to submit your state taxes. Now you pay for both plus a fee.
Wow. And I will have enough to pay my rent on Thursday, I just won't have it by then.
I don't know. This is so hard and I'm so fucking close but all I can do is just...stay busy so I don't give in to the panic and fear.
You guys, I have made it the last 15 months of this fucking shit, SOBER. Well, I had a beer and a half last summer and I had a sip of a marguerita I made for daughter, also last summer but no drunkeness and no drugs. I found out that alcohol and my stomach do NOT get along anymore so I just figure why bother. But my point is, would that really matter if I just wanted to say fuck it? This has been the most stressed out I've ever been but I am managing it and I have not used.
I'm happy about that. Because if that was still factoring in, I just have to shake my head, I don't want to even think about what things would be like.
I do have things to look forward to this week. I am hoping to find someone who wants to meet for coffee, get me out of this apartment, on Friday a movie that was released in Europe is finally being released here and I am going to go to the rock night at the place I go rollerskating. I gave up Sundays because of cost and because I hate the music they play. Bad music is, for me, the same as stinky stuff. I no like.
It's $2 cheaper during the week too...soooo....winning.
And I have an interview on Thursday. Much of today is going to be about preparing for that interview.
And so there you have how and where things are at today.
I hope you have a good one. Be Blessed.
May you go in Safety, Love & Light,
Neecie






