Just a few more minor adjustments and we are on wheels again! He could only get a 3-week permit for it, then we’ll get a 30-day one down there. Then we’ll decide whether or not to get a different vehicle or what, I hope. Meaning, I hope God will leave the choice to us. As it is I am not looking forward to being his little bum again! Tom’s being his usual naive, over-optimistic self, but I’m thinking that we’ll really be feeling that old familiar poverty pinch around September or October. I’m hoping that the following spring we’ll start seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Then by summer of ’09, we should once again be temporarily on our feet. You know, like for a year or two.

Someone from here saw his resume online and called him. Figures, huh? But California hasn’t called. Well, unless they’re willing to give him $30 an hour and a remote farm to live on, we’re outa here!

I don’t like anyone telling me I have to stay in a particular place for a certain amount of time. I’ve had enough of that. Therefore, I told Tom that since we won’t have the money for an upscale apartment that might be quiet, let’s just go for one with a 3-month lease rather than 6 months to a year. Then the only thing that’ll be stopping us from moving will be poverty, fate and me, determined to adapt and stay put since I could never live where I want to anyway. God’s really made me feel like I don’t deserve to by stripping me of my right to choose where I go. I’m glad He at least has the decency to let me choose what state I go to, but why the apartments? Why the tooth houses? The only way I could stand having neighbors so close, but not attached, would be in a retirement community. Until then, why couldn’t we have been allowed to strike out on our own? Of course, the fucking Arabs are partly responsible for us having to stick to the city. Anyway, maybe if I quit fighting Him and just give in to His obsession with me living where I don’t want to, other things will go better in life. Besides, it’d only be a matter of time till we ended up right back there anyway.

So anyway, Tom said that if we’re going to do that, we may as well get a place that does month-to-month, so he can focus solely on getting a job.

And I’ll focus on the positives to the negatives. Assuming we can get on top of someone, and I hope so since I’ve never really had any problems with anyone under me as opposed to above and next door, then I won’t have to feel so bad about accidentally dropping something on their heads at 3 AM if they can’t shut up, now will I?

What sucks is that my air cleaner picked the perfect time to crap out on me. I can’t run it on high where it’s loudest. Now tell me that’s just a coincidence and I’ll tell you you’re full of shit! Tom says we can get a new one when we get there, but I don’t know if an air cleaner can save me in an apartment. It blocks out most non-vibrant sounds, but when the animals next door get to running around, and the people downstairs have to slam their door, it’s going to jolt me awake. That’s ok. I’ll be waking them up, too. If they won’t let me sleep on whatever schedule I’m on, of course I’m not going to let them sleep either.

The stereos have continued to be quieter, and I’m not sure if the spells have finally kicked in, something up there is finally listening to me, or people have started complaining. I’m just glad they’re quieter. Besides banging, house stereos are going to be one of the worst problems down there because they’re not going to be for just a few seconds at a time. Oh well, once again, the past can’t come back to haunt me if I stay in the past.

I hit 130 on Netwinner.

They’re finally cracking down on screaming kids on planes. It’s a story about your typical modern mom who doesn’t believe in teaching children manners, consideration and respect. Her 19-month-old was singing “Bye, bye plane,” and being totally obnoxious as they were about to take off. A flight attendant asked the mother to medicate the animal to quiet it down. They’re starting to pass out baby Benadryl which I think is a damn good idea with more and more animals flying and with less and less discipline in the picture. The mother refused, saying she wasn’t going to drug the kid up so they could have a pleasant flight. So the flight attendant says, “Look, this isn’t funny anymore. You need to shut your baby up.” Yet the woman would do absolutely nothing to hush the animal, so they turned around from taxiing and kicked the woman and animal off.

While it may’ve been rude to say she needed to shut it up, hopefully they’ll set an example for other untamed, spoiled little brats, but since we are living in a time where most folks think kids should just let it all out and let themselves go, no matter who gets put out, the mother will probably be able to sue the airline company. Even if tickets were cheap, it’d still be a lot to pay to get screamed at for hours at a time, so it’d be nice if they made Benadryl mandatory everywhere. The stuff is harmless.