I feel better now

I am over it. If they are going to not renew our lease because my bank screwed up, then I don't want to live here. I love my apartment and the people who live in the complex, but honestly we have been tossing around the idea of moving when our lease is up, anyway. The amount of rent we pay is obscene. $1029.00 a month. I feel dirty just typing that. We just didn't want to move when our lease is up in May and then 3 weeks later have them decide to transfer Marty. Moving twice in one month ranks right up there with death and taxes on my list of thing to avoid doing.

I downloaded a bunch of Christmas music and burned my own Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas or else CD. Except that when I labeled the CD so that when you put it in the name pops u, and when I wrote the name o the CD, I wrote Christmas 08. Both times. About 15 minutes apart from each other. Yeah, I am losing my mind.

Christian and I also made some fudge. Really, Christian made it and I stood there holding things to hand him. This getting older and being more independent thing sucks sometimes. Sometimes I just need to be the mommy that is needed.

Marty's mom sent Christian check for his birthday. Usually she doesn't send anything. One year she sent them ornaments for Christmas that when you turned them over you could read the message that the person who gave them to her had written. "Dear Sue - Friends are forever and the miles won't change that" and stuff like that. Luckily, they were/are old enough to have figured their grandmother out. Of course, he wants the money to go right into the bank. Compounding interest is that boys best friend.

Marty is off tomorrow and Sunday. Not sure how he managed to get a weekend off, but he did. He is on day 765 or something, because when you get 300 calls or have to go in "just for a second" I still count it as a work day. I don't care what the schedule says.

I just remembered a funny story.

When we go out to eat, it is always to Marty's work. The servers fight over who will serve us. I like to think it is because of my dazzling personality, but the reality is, it is because I am a good tipper. I eat for free, so tipping 30% is not unreasonable for me. No, not 30% of free. 30% of what I would pay if I didn't have my connection. So anyway, a few weeks ago we were there and a server mentioned that during a conversation with one of the big managers, he said to her "Don't keep reminding Marty how many hours he works. We can't have him quitting."

That was funny to me.

So back to my story. Marty is off this weekend, so I think we might make our trek to Frankenmuth. We buy the boys a special ornament each year, and when you live this close to Bronner’s how could you not go there? Luckily, last year we learned or lesson and won't feel compelled to buy crappy chicken. It is really cool to go look at all of the decorations, though.

So yeah, I am over it.