"Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived."
-Jean Luc Picard

Monday, June 14, 2010

Brief Update

I didn't intend to be gone this long, but whenever I've tried to write a blog post, it quickly turned into a ginormous whinefest. That's not good, because I'm trying very hard to spend too much time with the 'bad elves'. I'm sure you've met Whiny, Bitchy, Extra-Snarky, Revenge, Envy, and Not Fair, Dammit! before?

They can make a huge mess of your home and drink all of your adult beverages before passing out on your couch. Fortunately, meeting them at the door with a shotgun seems to have the same effect as it does on pesky salesfolk and people who have a hard time understanding that you are really not interested in attending services at their particular place of worship. *evil grin*

Mr. Hairball's job situation is still unresolved, but there are still some possibilities on the horizon. We'll likely have to move again, but that comes with the turf. I promised Mr. Hairball before we married that I would go wherever his job took us. I intend to keep my promise.

Our personal lives have been challenging as we've dealt with financial issues, loved ones in the hospital, a death, and the sad news that after several years of marriage counseling, one of our relatives has decided that a divorce is his only option.

Luckily for Mr. Hairball and I, the hard times have always brought us closer together to face whatever challenges are thrown our way. This time is no different. One day, we'll laugh about this time, just like we do about a Christmas during "The Grad School Years", when we were so poor that we only had five dollars to spend on gifts. Our local grocery store had just had a sale on their frozen foods and had put their frozen pizzas on sale for $.50 each! We had a big stack of them in the freezer and if you sprinkled a little more cheese on top they weren't too bad.*grins* We didn't own a pizza cutter though, so both of us came up with the idea to buy the other one a pizza cutter from the dollar store for Christmas. 'Pizza Cutter Christmas' will always be one of my favorite memories because we laughed so hard at the pizza cutters and really enjoyed our time together away from work (me) and school (him).

We've never lived in the lap of luxury, but we've always had food and a roof over our head. That makes us quite fortunate compared to a lot of people in this world.

This too shall pass.


Hairball T. Hairball

PS: Please notice that the comments are now moderated on my blog. I had to do this because in my absence, some people had decided that my blog was an appropriate place to advertise adult websites. Not cool.