Ech, I’m all dusty.
Clearing out the book shelves of all the books that I am done with. No more hanging on to books forever. It takes space, creates clutter and frankly – I can use the money from 1/2 Price Books.

I wonder what J would say to clearing out the gaming source books that we aren’t using? He’s sworn to never run or play another DnD game again. That’s worth oh,….eighty shelves of source materials at least. And why we have boxes of Star Trek gaming stuff. *shudder*
And let’s not even mention the gazillion little plastic things that are all about us. *laugh*

I’m going to have the ugly bookshelves clear of all stuff when I am done. If you are in desperate need of bookshelves and don’t really care what they look like then let me know. Otherwise, onto the bulk trash pile they go.
Repeat it after me…I *will* have space and less clutter. I *will* have space and less clutter. I *will* have space and less clutter. (etc., ad naseatum)

Actually, mostly this is for making our place look open and inviting. We are going to try to sell it. I’ll be sad to lose the backyard and the neighbors but damn glad to be out from under the Mortgage From Hell (as administered by the Bank of Apathy). Maybe we can find a nice rental – or finally build the geo-dome of our dreams. I’d rather wait on the dome though. I’m not entirely sure that Texas is where I am going to be for always and forever. I’d rather not build the ‘castle’ more than once.

And now…back to the sal…err..dustmines!

Birthdays, Bunnies, Job Searches and Zombie Creeps

Yeah, its been awhile.

Lots of things have been happening around chez Mare.
For example, even though I have been out of work for over a week – I find that while I am concerned about the financial stuff – I cannot make myself care about finding a job. Oh, I’m looking. But not with the vigor of previous job searches. Usually when I find myself between jobs, I turn into this job-search-crazed fiend. Now, eh…not so much. And truthfully? Not terribly concerned about this development either.
I am still looking forward to massage school (which has been pushed back until November due to a variety of issues). Mostly, I think I am just about burned out on Corporate Amerika. Zeig heil to the dollar sign and bend over for your daily ass-rape. Thanks, no. I want work that I believe in – that touches and helps others. Generally speaking, I am not your average crystal-totin’, frizzy-haired shaman of the New Age, the Universe is a kindly place, touchy-feely, fluffy bunny pagan. But I also think that maybe by putting down some of the crap and shackles that I’ve been carrying around for my entire damn life – I can find meaningful work in an apprenticeship of the hands and heart.
I guess maybe I am starting to grow some bunny ears, after all.

The Girl will be staying home with me starting next week. I get to be a SAHM again. (I do this in fits and starts, as the job market in Austin trembles and convulses). While I am glad that I get to spend some serious Girlie time — I am also sad. We’d finally found a school that was really, really good for her. She loves her teacher (Mr. Ray). And he could actually get her to sit down and learn.
My Girl, while incredibly smart and precocious is faaaaaaaaaarrrr more interested in running and playing than learning. Not necessarily a bad thing. But limiting in some ways.
But Mr Ray could get her to be excited about sitting down and doing a worksheet.
Not being able to send her to school (daycare/pre-k)due to lack of $$s is the only real reason that I am seriously concerned about finding work.

Sad, aint it?
In other news – yesterday was J’s birthday. Much sweetness was had as he took the day off and spent it with me. Birthday brunch at Kerby Lane (ehh…not bad) and then we went and saw the Medallion (don’t pay full price for this – no matter how big a Jackie Chan fan you are). Afterwards, we headed to the mall for shopping fun. 🙂 Actually we pretty much went straight to Game Fellas (do not pass Go, do not collect $200). His birthday money got spent on a couple of new playstation games. Master of Monsters (his pick) and Silent Hill, mine. We came home and…
well we didn’t play video games, that’s for damn sure! *wink*

Later that evening, Paul and Lance came over for dinner and we Marvelled (J’s choice of what he wanted to do on his bday–cheap but fun). It was a very good night.

Then, after everyone went home I broke out the new game. Silent Hill is a *fucking* creepy game. I’m barely into it (at the school) and I’m like too freaked to open doors. I open a door, and the weird music swells – along with the radio — and I get surrounded by the demon-kid-zombie-alien-whatever-the-fuck-they-are things and I frocking forget how to shoot ’em. Fuckity! *shudder* I played until 3AM — with the cats snugged up against me for company. I could have stayed up to play more– I certainly was NOT sleepy. But the heebie jeebies took over and I shut the damn thing off.
Yeah, I’ll play it again. But I think I shall be fortifying myself with friends when I do.