life's going on

Things are getting back to normal, sort of. Husband is on 90-day probabtion at work and got his pay cut by $200 a week. We're just playing by ear until he gets sentenced next month, either 90 days in a halfway house where he goes to work and checks into this place after work, or a year on tether. My license is suspended for a month, then restricted for 6. On the weekends he drives me to work, but he has a 9pm curfew so my parents have to pick me up. My mom usually takes me to work and my dad picks me up. They really don't seem to mind.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about all of this. Honestly none of this crap was going on here was going to stop until this happened. We were not only narc'd on by one supposed friend, but two. We definately know who one is, he was here right before we were raided. We are just letting go anyone who seemed to come over for just one thing or haven't been close to for a long period of time. Whoever it is, is a hypocrite, to come over here and be our friend, and take care of their pot habit also, then to turn on us (I went to jail too) and literally knock the guts out of us and our families. Our parents are humiliated, especially after the huge article in the paper about us. Chances for me getting a better job are slim to none right now. Right now work is so close to me, I wouldn't dare get a job farther away while I'm being driven back and forth to work. The whole reason for not doing drugs, to get a better job, gone to hell.

We finally sold that old truck that he was going to fix. Suddenly we have this money and we don't know who to pay first, the parents for the lawyer, hold onto it for whatever fine or court cost or tether. Already the money isn't ours.

I worried after all this I would never hear that crazy cackle from my husband ever again. No more worries there, he called me the other night to let me know he changed the oil in my car and gave it a "Chicago Tune-Up" (to go drive the piss out a car) and he just laughed! Music to my ears. Today is my first day off since the court date, so I can finally clean. I caught myself shakin' my butt and dancing around with my iTunes playing on the computer.

In appreciation for cotton socks, clean underwear, and name-brand maxi-pads

Well, for those of you that haven't heard from someone yet, our house got raided last Wednesday night. Everyone who knows my husband knows he smokes a lot of pot, and well, since I knew about it and lived here I went to jail too. He got bonded out the next morning, and I didn't know if I was going to have anybody bail me out, I said I'd go on a personal recognizance bond, which meant I was going to have to go onto tether, and that's why I spent one more night than he did.
People, this was the most awful thing I've ever went through, I'd go through a million staph infections before I'd go to jail again. I'll write more about it when I'm feeling up to it, I just wanted to let everyone know I'm okay and with a good lawyer I'm home. Our friends have called, stopped over, and sent notes, and I'm so greatful for you all. I'm just tired and exhausted and trying to get my frayed nerves back together. Life is definately not going to be the same.

Bored as hell

Gah. Got TWO WHOLE DAYS OFF. I'm sitting here doing nothing. I went lollygagging around Three Oaks today. My friend has some things for sale in a couple of the art stores down there. One of the stores has a really nice little dog, I could have stayed in there and talked to the dog all day. I finally get a couple days off, and husband wants to go nowhere. But I ain't dead yet, I wanna go out! When we finally got done arguing where we were gonna get food from, it's too late just to pop in on friends. And all he watches on tv is the same crap he's watched before. COPS and Comedy Central. Three Oaks inspired me today, I'm gonna dig something out of my supplies and put it together and call it art. Gutters haven't been cleaned this year yet and there's trees growing in them. My car hasn't been cleaned out this year and you can write in the dust. Oh yeah, Boss called me at home to let me know I'll be TRAINING new people. Shit. This calls for a shot of blueberry vodka.

Thanks for listening.

When the Cat's Away...

...the mice mutiny.

Boss is on vacation. Her boss calls and checks on us. Well, everyone has been speaking their piece, me included. I told him only what I've seen and experienced personally. There are employees there that he didn't even know about! One guy comes in, looks at his Yahoo account, then leaves. He made a huge commitment to get a contract, did not even know how to see if our business was available to fulfill his agreement. Ha. Turns out we are not. A little tidbit to take to the table before the negotiation turns out to be a deal breaker. Even I know how to look such info up.

Oh well, if history ever shows us anything, she's gonna hear about what has been said, get pissed, and nothing will be done about her behavior. Oh well. I'll enjoy wearing jeans and it will not even be Saturday.


Other news, I had to take the dog to get his teeth cleaned and a couple pulled. He was so pitiful, but he's eating again! Even being diabetic, there would be some days he would not eat until 10:30 at night. Now he eats everything I give him. Dog food included!

Some other news, my friend who moved to Georgia quit her job, and is moving back.
With her parents!

Art imitating life

This past week there was a new character in the Dilbert comic strip, The Jobhopper. It was a guy with bunny-ears, and of course didn't stay at one job for too long. One day it said something like the boss noticing he didn't stay anywhere for a period of time, and the Jobhopper said something to the effect how it isn't his fault management is inadequate. Then they hire him and he already says "I hate this place".

So there's more people out there like me?