What Now?

One more week until Christmas. Weee! Other than the "Stucking Stoffers" the shopping is done. Now by shopping, I am of course talking sans gifts for the husband and myself. We are opting out of gift giving to each other due to the overwhelming sudden lack of funds. FUCKING CAR.

Speaking of the fucking car- as I was just in the shower I asked the powers that be, "Why couldn't you break MY POS rust bucket, instead of the decent family sedan?" When they didn't answer, I told them to suck themselves, and rinsed my hair.

It's not that any of this is so unmanageable. It's just one of those times in life that it is one fucking thing after another- and Christmas is a shitty time to have a crisis. When my world is in upheaval state- I gear into "strong, smart, down to business Freud". I handle big stress really well. Multitasking is my thing, and I can juggle it all with one hand. If I had a dick, I'd be able to switch hands mid jack-off and gain a stroke. It is why I have had people tell me I should be a paramedic or some other high paced stress position- I do crisis really well.

On the flip side, when one gets so focused on the big picture- the building of a proverbial skyscraper- the little shit tends to show up as stress fractures and threatens to bring my mighty front of strength tumbling down. Example- I dropped the TV remote on my toe yesterday- right on the cuticle- stung like a bitch- and I nearly threw the fucker against the wall. Thats' right, I took the minor injury of the TV clicker as a personal attack- it did that shit on purpose, I just know it. There is lots of little shit like that. The oven is making funny noises. The patio got trashed during the last wind storm, and it is cold as balls outside making it hard to clean it up. The dryer has something stuck in it and it makes this bumping noise when I turn it on. I think the profession of psychiatry is out to get me, and the doctor is so reluctant to listen to my suggestions, that I want to start jumping up and down on his fine leather couch like a 6 year old. The stupid ass cats are trying to tear down the damn Christmas tree with their daily antics.... and my kitchen floor looks like someone ate and then threw up a can of garbage on it within 3 hours of my cleaning it.

So- the balls I am juggling-

~Get the new car- get the funding, insurance and such lined up. Also, taking it to my mechanic to ensure everything is lubed, changed, tightened, and tuned. It also needs a new stereo deck- as it has a mini-disc in it right now. Who the fuck uses mini-discs?! They are the 90s equivalent of 8-tracks... and the one disc in it is Jazz. Blech! So THAT has to go... which means budgeting for that too.

~Ditch the old car, de-register it, take off insurance, and make sure the military VPC doesn't fuck it up and cause headaches when it is time to move. They have been known to let paper work go astray- and when we got my last car they said I couldn't register it because we hadn't removed a car from years before. I had to dig out 2 year old papers and take them in. Massive headache I don't need in June when we are trying to uproot our lives to go back stateside. The guy we are buying the new car from is going to try to sell the Trep for us on consignment for parts. We'll see how that goes. If nothing else, we can sign it over to him in the spring if there is no buyer, but I am hoping to get something out of it. Other than a blown tranny it is a flawless ride.

~Make sure nothing gets missed for Christmas. Yes it is little stuff, and may not seem to be all that important, as the kids will be thrilled no mater what. But I feel this is our last precious year to indulge the magic of Santa Claus- and I want to enjoy that fully... which means stockings full of goodies, fabulous presents appearing on Xmas morning, and a webcast for the family so they can be a part of it.

~Fixing the XBox. Miscrosucks is still fucking with me on getting a replacement for a 360 that is less than a year old. Looks like I will be paying shipping to and from the states for it to get fixed- even though last month a friend of ours got them to ship the coffin to his APO address. It is important, as I am not going to eat a $400 game system because they sell the shitty units to the military BX's and leave us hanging when it comes to repairs.

~My car- the rusty POS- needs lubed, oiled, filtered, tuned, rotated, balanced, a new battery and new brake pads. Every time I have gone down to get a few of those things done there is a line long as Goliath's pecker. The BX, in it's infinite wisdom closed the auto shop, so I have to make an appointment with the guy in town. More fucking money on the local economy with the dollar in the shitter. Grand!

~Then there is a regular stuff- ass deep in laundry, daily tear up and cleaning of the house, shopping, bill paying, keeping my kids from killing each other or the animals in the fray of daily arguments. What has two thumbs and thinks life sucks sometimes? THIS GUY!

I am sure there is a light at the end of this tunnel somewhere. After Christmas- when hopefully I get a respite for a month or so before the next big thing. In the mean time- this is my new theme song. Have to keep my head up and laugh at it- or find a nice white room staffed by syringe carrying young men in clean white coats.