New year, new post, new title....

Let me start by saying I should know better than to turn on a Degrassi marathon late at night. Even though I've already most of the season they're showing tonight and still remember all the plot twists.

For those of you who've ever watched any episodes, Craig is about to have that massive manic episode and wreck the hotel room he got with the credit card he stole out of his foster dad's wallet. All over stupid Ashley who has an ugly nose. At least JT is still alive in this season.

Anyway. Most of you know already, but I got fired from the nannying job. Hence the new blog title. I also got fired from my job at the Clink Museum because I called in sick. The tutoring gig is up at the end of January after the girl gets done with her exams. Not sure if I'm going to actually get paid for the peer mentoring thing. So yeah. I'm unemployed.

And of course, losing the nanny job meant that I'd also lost my place to live, but thanks to the awesomeness of all the folks at Knelly Road, I have a crack den to sleep in. Not literally, of course. They've been letting me crash on a mattress on their dining room floor until I can get things re-sorted. Right now my "things to re-sort" list include my current unemployed status as well as my crack den occupancy. Not that I don't love living with the Brockers crew, I just don't want to impose for any longer than I have to.

Side note: I might actually get to hear Emma declare "You gave me a social disease!" in an episode or two. Awesome.

Then, a week before Thanksgiving I got a call from my mom letting me know my grandpa was in the hospital on life support. I caught a flight home the next day. He passed away the day after.

Needless to say, the tail end of 2008 was pretty difficult. Actually, most of 2008 was pretty difficult. Oh well. It's 2009 now.

And hey, we rang it in with style. Lordy. Did we ever. As always, pictures are on facebook.

Tried to start off the new year on the right foot. Made damn good breakfast for the hungover bodies scattered around the family room in my grandma's house. Then the remaining alcohol and the fried eggs wore off and I spent a little time curled up feeling particularly sorry for myself. Bit of a strike one.

Grandma came back from Albuquerque the next day (January 2nd for anyone not keeping track). Picked her up from the airport around one, got back about two, she spent some time opening mail, then she climbed into bed for a bit. Round about five we decided to go to Marie Callendar's for soup and pie. Halfway through her soup, Grandma announced she was too nauseous to eat. We hustled out of there. Got worse after we got home. Chest pain too. So we went to the emergency room. Despite getting her admitted right away, they weren't any beds in the regular hospital so she spent the night in the emergency room. I stayed until about 2:45, went back to her house, slept for a few hours, then went back. Seems like she's doing much better, but because her normal cardiologist isn't around this weekend, they're keeping her in the hospital until he can see her on Monday.

So now I'm watching Degrassi and marvelling at how disproportionately huge Paige's nose is. Things would be a whole lot tougher if I weren't so easily amused.

All I gotta say is that 2009 better not continue this behavior. It's unacceptable.

I've never been much of a morning person. Ever since I got out of high school I've become more and more of a night owl. My family doesn't really keep the same hours I do, so I've had quite a few late nights spent alone, watching Arrested Development with the closed captioning on so I can keep the volume turned down low. And knitting. So I've probably spent far more time I should in an introspective state. And I've completely forgotten where I was going with this. Another side effect of spending all that alone time.

Anyway. I'm starting to bore myself. Emma is about to get gonorrhea of the mouth from Jay. That's way more exciting. However... JT and Liberty being in a relationship is just gross.

I'm excited to go back to London. I'm starting to feel mostly useless here in California. I definitely don't like feeling useless. However there are saltine crackers in California. And Weinerschnitzel corndogs.

But my girls are in London. And my boys. And they are way better than saltines and corndogs.