My hours got cut at work again. I lose the equivalent of one paycheck a month, it's absolutely horrid. Know what pisses me off even more than that? When we stick to the new budget, we still get all the bills paid. Some of it is the hubs ability to work an hour or six of overtime at least once a month, but most of it is just bad money management. One of these days I'm going to grow the hell up and start feeding the damn pig on a regular basis.
Elder Spawn showed up out of the blue last week. He received his quarterly "injun money" and hopped on a flight home! After spending a REAL winter with lots of snow in Missouri and Kansas I highly suspect he visited mostly for the weather and he was not disappointed, it was absolutely gorgeous! I'm really proud of him, he managed his time wisely and everyone was glad to see him. He even did HOMEWORK on his vacation! I swear every time he says Calculus I want to puke, that's some scary math!
We had a nice family dinner at Nana & Mr. Grandpa's Sunday afternoon and I got to cook for him Thursday night. He requested beef and hominy soup and frybread. I'm pretty sure I'm the world's worst Native American but I do have some mad frybread skills. Check this one out, it looks like a chicken, ready for the roasting pan!
I got some new clothes! I've been trying to lose a few lbs and with the money being tight I was terrified of buying new pants. I don't think $25 worth of jeans would break our bank but I just couldn't make the buy. What if my butt started getting bigger? Can't we put that $25 on the Home Depot card so I can maybe paint the freakin' house? I thought about going to the second hand stores but I have plenty of faded jeans and I wanted some dark blue denim in the worst way. And I came about my new clothes IN the worst way: hand-me-downs from a deceased girlfriend.
I received clothes like this once before when Lee Anne died. Not a lot, but some nice pieces for work and some hang around clothes. When Betty died, her widower just couldn't bare the thought of trashing her clothes and he wanted to see someone truly use them. Our butts and boobs are/were the same size and he asked me to go through them and take what I wanted/needed.
It has been weirdly comforting to wear her clothes. I miss Betty like crazy, we all do. I'm going to start cleaning her house tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I won't need any water, there will be plenty of tears.