This Sucks

I haven't been up much for writing lately. I haven't been up for doing much of anything lately. I really hate my job and I hope hubby gets one soon. He has been getting pretty depressed over the whole thing and he knows I am not happy. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for the position in Charleston. I don't think he is too thrilled over it, because he will have to commute up there for at least the remainder of our lease (its about an hour and 15 minutes each way), the cost of living in Charleston is a bit higher and he really enjoys living where we are (he really likes the remote country lifestyle, I'm not a big fan of it). If he does get it though, it will be the highest paying one. Some of the other jobs he's been interviewing for are HUGE cuts in salary from what he was making and I think he would be selling himself short. Its not that I expect him to get a job the matches what he was making in Florida (I realize the cost of living is much lower here), but some of the positions pay A LOT less than what he was making and would defeat the purpose of moving up here where we thought we could afford a home.

If he gets this job in Charleston, I will start looking more actively for something up there. I think, overall, we would be happier there. His friends are in Charleston. We don't have any friends here. There is more to do there and we could find somewhere to live in the suburbs so we would still have that small town feel without giving up the convenience of the living in a metro area.

I will miss all the eye candy around here though. Its nice seeing all the cute little marines in their cute little marine outfits...

I'm Still Alive

Its been a month since my last post. I'm sorry, I haven't had much to say. Hubby is still unemployed, money is tight and I hate the job we moved up here for, so it hasn't been going well and would rather not go into things.

I was talking with my older brother tonight and he told me a funny story I wanted to share. He lives with his girlfriend and her 4 year old daughter who is the biggest ham. Pete has been playing the father role and teaching her right from wrong and all about God and stuff (along with all the bad Pronko habits like "Pull my finger"). Anyway, the other night he was reading to her from the Bible and somehow the question about heaven and hell came up, so he was trying to tell her the difference. The conversation went something like this:

Tazi: "What is the difference between Heaven and Hell?"
Pete: " Well, Heaven is where you go after you lead a good life and its with God up there (pointing to the sky). Hell is where you go when your bad and its hot and the Devil is down there!"
Tazi: "Pete, I like the heat, I think I wanna go to Hell."
Pete: "No you don't little girl, thats where bad people go! You want to go to Heaven!"
Tazi: "Fine, I'll just be bad. I like it when its hot and thats where I want to go! It'll be like Florida."

This is coming from the same little girl that asked me if baby Jesus heard her fart during the Christmas Mass.