Boiling Over

Its day 2 of my new job and I’m exhausted. Last night I was sicker than a dog. I have no clue why. I think I really may have IBS or an ulcer or something, because these “episodes” are getting more frequent and have brought me to a whole new level of scary. I was sweaty and chilled last night. I went to bed wrapped in my hoodie, shaky as hell. My head hurt, I had shooting pains in my gut. I felt like I was reenacting the scene from Alien, waiting for a tiny green monster to come shooting out of my belly.

At about 2 am, I refused to consider calling in to work. I was GOING TO BE BETTER BY MORNING. LB climbed into bed with me at about 5 am, so I figured I might as well get up and see if I could maintain a lucid state. I got out my morning injections and held the needle over my belly for about 5 minutes. I thought about the evil gurgling pain underneath the skin, daring me to stick a pin in it. I thought about the soon-to-be mom in California, praying that her unknown single mom donor was following directions so she could finally get a positive pregnancy test.

3 weeks to go.

I weakly managed to scrape my windshield, get the toddler dressed and fed, pack her pajamas (per Blondie’s request), drink some green tea and get to daycare before passing out at the wheel. Upon entering the office, my new boss exclaimed “Yay! We didn’t drive you off after the first day.”

I nibbled on some toast at lunch, but I’m really thinking about going home after work and taking a nap while LB is at her dad’s. I turned in my 30-day notice and last month’s rent today. Now I wait for the federal lease-break guillotine to begin. 

Of course I had to use a stove/cooking analogy in my last post, and here’s our horoscope for today:

Moon joins with Aquarius so that can make today a HIGHLY EMOTIONAL DAY! Especially if it is about community or collective energy where you have to cooperate with a group. Uranus has stressful aspects so things can come flying out of seemingly no where. In fact, this situation has been boiling and stewing for quite a bit now. It just boils OVER the pot lip today. But, fess up, haven’t you been a bit annoyed for a while already?

‘Nuff said.

What my blog is supposed to be about.

If you are confused by the title of my blog….click here. I know my posts consist mostly of movie quotes and toddler antics, but in all honesty, I should be tracking the economy a little better. I started off strong with these posts:

That was a year ago, and I was still living with my mother, which explains the desperation and anger in my posts. Thankfully, the reporters at the Durango Herald feel my pain, and continue to write about the economic power struggle that is Quality of Life versus Affordable Housing.

Low Income Housing my Ass

So my friend )who works for Habitat for Humanity) went to the La Plata Co. Housing Authority’s meeting on Low Income Housing availability in the county and told me that there were only 3 other families there who looked interested in low income housing. They of course were silent the whole time while investors, builders, Realtors and developers debated on why we really NEED low income housing projects in our county.

One guy actually was whining about how his newly built houses were not selling and he HAD to lower his prices to $225,000! He apparently considered that low income and couldn’t understand why people we’re jumping on the scorching hot deal. He didn’t think we needed to set aside any more land for low income housing projects because the county was just overflowing with opportunity for families like me.

Whatever Dude. Why don’t you move into a Kitchenette at the local Meth Motel, pay $225 a week for cigarette-burned sheets, cops banging on your door, and really understand what Low Income means. If someone can’t even afford to pay monthly installments for a shitty little room, and has to succumb to weekly payments, what makes you think they can afford a $2000/month mortgage? What makes you think that people like us can get approved for a loan that big?

It makes me so GOD DAMMNED ANGRY.