The world is ending......GREAT!!!!!!!!

I keep hearing about how the world is supost to end this December 21.  I say good and I don't care.

This is why I know if all of the Governments of the world would fail and complete chaos I AM in the Lords hands.  I might have hard times but I know he is always with me.  That is the right side of some of what is supposedly going to happen in December. 

Here is the darker side (kind of) if the world does end and I die...I get to go to HEAVEN so I don't see a down side in that.

Am I crazy for thinking this way?

bills and husbands

My husband got mad that I got Internet but not cable so I get the cable to for a little extra but now the husband is mad at the bill.  "When me and three other guys shared the cabel we only paid $54 dollors" That was almost 3 years ago and that was basic we have one step up.  He wants me to cancel all of it but I need the Internet for my writing.  I can blog at the libary but going to erotic websites to post my stories is not permited at the public libary.  I am not canceling the cable when I work hard for my money and I want to be able to come home an see the shows that I want to see.  this month my pay check as paid for the rent on our apartment, his storage/workshop, my car, my car insurance, the cable/internet and all the gas for both the car and the van.  Just because he isn't working doesn't mean he getts to be an a hole.

The other side CH 3

Natasha kept her eyes closed for a moment taking in the warm kiss of the sun on her skin.  This was her favorite moment of the day.  For in this one moment Matt was still with her but, as she moved to get a start on her day her heartache came back with the force of a Mac truck.  He was out of her reach she would have to wait a lifetime to see him again.

The door to her room opened and the bouncing ball of energy that she called her son came in.  Her breath caught and a tear came to her eyes.  William was an exact copy of his father.  She caught him as he leapt onto her bed.  She was happy to be holding at lest a piece of Matt again. 

“Can we watch daddy again today?”

Watching videos of Matt had become an almost daily ritual “Of course you go turn on the TV and I’ll make pancakes.”

Will ran ahead of her to the living room and turned on the TV.  Matt’s face immediately came on the screen.  He was comparing two basketball teams.  Natasha noticed that the spark that had always danced in he eyes no longer was there.  Her Aunt Irene came out of her room at the sound of Matt’s voice.  Natasha’s family was worried about how she was dealing with out Matt they were afraid that she might do something desperate and ruin her chances of ever seeing him again.  The family had decided that Irene would life with Natasha to keep on eye on her.  Natasha didn’t mind she had missed her aunt Irene and was savoring this time. 

“You really shouldn’t watch that TV so much you know.” Was Irene’s comment as she entered the kitchen and set the tea kettle on the stove to make her coffee

Natasha just shrugged as she started measure the ingredients.  Just like when she was five she used an old fashioned hand turned egg beater to mix the buttermilk pancakes.  The smell of pancakes and bacon soon filled the apartment.  She looked out the French doors as she placed a large pile of pancakes in front of Will.  She hated that it was always so sunny when in her heart a storm was still raging.  They ate their breakfast and right on time there was a knock on the glass.  Little Cheyenne had come by for her and Wills daily game of football and tag. 

***

Matt tugged at his tie loosening it as he walked thought the door to his apartment.  It was hard to believe that this was the same apartment he had shared with her.  The walls where now completely covered with her pictures.  In some she smiled others she was crying or looking at him seductively.  This was his Hell, to be surrounded by her face but not be able to touch her.  He had to act out his old life everyday but he no longer had that bright spot that had lead him on his dark days.  To him it seemed like years since the plane crash but he had been told it was only two months ago.  He did something he had rarely done before the crash but, now it was his nightly ritual.  He poured himself a shot of whisky and toasted his favorite photo of Natasha.  “Welcome to hell my love.”  He drained the shot and then started to drink straight from the bottle. 

once a clutz always a clutz

I triped at work over my tied shoe laces and bruised both knees and my elbow. 
while it hurts to bend my knees to sit down or get up from chairs I understand that. 
What I don't understand is this why my shoulder hurts.  it feels like I went wieght lifting. 

Also I heard that Coach Paterno passed away.  I am happy he finaly found peace. 
He got fired and became a scapegoat when all he had was hear-say evidence to give them but the man who saw it didn't go to the police either but he is a hero. 
Give me a break

I freely admit I am LAME!!!

I am still checking into the offer to get paid for my stories I am really hopeing this comes true.

But that isn't what makes me lame.  what makes me lame is I twittered at Josh Sitton (#71 of the packers) about driving out of the snow.  when I Drove down in  April of 2010 the roads were great once I got about 6 hours from Milwkee WI.  Well he twittered me back and it made my day.  I know it's not like I actualy know him but it is still cool for me.  I am so lame.  The only thing keeping him from knockin Clay Matthews out of being my second fave Packer player right now is I don't mess with guys in long term relationships.

His post also made me homesick.  Can't wait till Aug.  I am going to take three weeks off of work and just sit on my butt with my family

court today

Court went well today.  Well as well as it could go at lest.  When we went to check on our case last week at Imagration services they said the Court had that case and they couldn't talk to us about it.  In court today the attorney for the state didn't have the case. 

Upon hearing that Alex started to cry in fruastation and I can't blame him.  I tried to comfort him all I could think of was the last time we were infront of the judge I couldn't stop crying and now he's crying.  This judge must think we are patetic people. 

Packersnation at slackers on sunday

My Russian

I hope the next six months are better. 

calm before the storm

Today my husband and I are haveing a cuddle day.  Tomorrow we have to go to court to see if the judge will close the deportation case against him.  We will be picking on each other tomorrow as we both get stressed out over this stuff.  They say the three most stressful things you can do is get married/divorced, move and, start a new job.  When I married Alex I did all three things at once. 

I moved from Wiscosin where I had lived for 23 years to a place where I only knew my husband.  started work at a new store and for the fist time found myself the minority since almost everyone I work with is African america, Haitian or Jamaican.  I learned  fast you don't get those three confused. 

I hate how I feel when we are waiting to go to court.  It is hard knowing what you love the most might be taken from you.