I’m trying to load President Obama’s innaugural speech.  My aircard on my ancient titanium iBook wouldn’t do it last night, so I’m going to try it on my iMac today.

I really want to have joy and hope, but the last few days it’s been difficult to get my head out of my own financial woes.  I’m hoping that our new Prez’s speech will lift me up a lil.

The auto insurance renewal is due and I’m late on the mortgage.  The utilities are a-juggle, but I think they’ll be okay.  Both the GirlyBoi and I have been unsuccessful in our desire to quit smoking and the strain that our addiction puts on our finances right now is hard to live with.  The good news on that front is that our friend, B., has been working on a tobacco mix for me (yes, I smoke those insanely expensive cloves), using clove oil and sweet rum.  He has one of those machines that stuffs filtered tubes.  It would cut the cost of our smoking down by about 2/3.  That would be so excellent.

I had my first interview with California Psychics last night.  A half hour reading.  I was inordinately nervous, but once I settled into the reading I think all was well.  It’s a somewhat lengthy process.  I believe I’ll have to go through another 2 interviews (if I cleared that one, that is).

No responses back on the several writing positions I inquired about, nor on the “General Assistant” position at the blueprint shop.

Get this… LOL

We also sent an app in for Tam to be a “Female Handyman” at a nude spa!  Of course, she would be clothed. You could NEVER get that grrrlll to even consider the job, otherwise.  She is SO modest!! (But I keep imagining her wearing nothing but workboots and her carpenter’s belt… Yummy!)

So. Something’s gotta give.

I’m off to finish prepping Grama’s room for the ceramic floor tile.  Starting that job today.  That will be sweet!

Peace, out!