I never thought I'd say it.

Well, I've seen a few cockroaches, and even though they are ultra mega gross, and creepy, as long as I'm quick with my lovely "Death to the Nasty Creepies" spray (which is $4 more here at the local Wally World than it was in Armpit, ID) they die fast and I can vacum the corpse without too much drama. But last week, I saw the biggest roach I've ever seen. It was, and this is no exageration, the size of a cigarette lighter. You know the fancy one's you get monogramed and give as gifts. Huge, nasty, and wrong on every level. And here's the kicker. The stupid fat cat that was sleeping on the cat post slept right through it as the thing scuttled right past her perch on the wall. If it had wanted to, it could have touched her with its antenna. I don't know how she didn't hear it, I was across the room from her and I heard it walking. Unfortunatley I didn't have my Death Spray right next to me so, I freaked out a little and lost sight of it running under the entertainment center. Fortunatley, the cat woke up during my freak out and found the nasty thing. So, several shots of Death Spray, it had slowed down enough for both cats to play with it for a few minutes. Torture its last few minutes of life. hehehe. So after I swept it up and dumped it in the toilet, I started bawling. Yep, thats right, bawling. I told hubby I wanted to go back to Armpit, ID. That I'd rather have hobo spiders than these things. It was awful. Every time we bring a box from storage into the house, we have a few roaches. Never that big before, but still. I'm not bringing anything else back for a while.

Now I just need to find a job. I hate the job hunt. I feel like a worm on the end of a hook dangling over a pond of fish that aren't hungry. I'm about to the point that I just go to a Taco Bell or something and get a part time job there till I can find something better. Crapy work that pays is better than no work which doesn't pay.

Very much missed.

Finally, I have internet again. How I have missed it. It's been almost three weeks since I've been able to just look around in the online world. And now I have a nice new computer desk too. Love it, love it, love it.

So, we made it to Texas. So far, so good. Minus the fact that I don't want to go back to work, and I don't know anyone as far as a trusted babysitter, and money is starting to run out quickly. I'm thinking of just going to the Roadhouse and seeing if I can get a job quickly there as a server again. That way I don't have to put Bug in a daycare that I don't know, and there is still a little bit of extra income coming in. Hopefully Hubby's student loans come through soon and then we can start the "discussions" as to weather or not we can afford for me to be a stay at home mom.

Bug is walking all over the place now that we have more space for him to do so. He's getting so big. We had our first bout with pink eye for him. Not something I care to repeat. He looked just awful. But that got cleared up in time for him to get bit by the dog on Monday. I wanted to kill her. She was sleeping on the couch next to hubby while Bug was climbing all over him and playing, when he fell right on top of her. I think it was just a reaction to being woken up by someone falling on top of her, but still, I wanted to kill her. Hubby dealt with her while I took Bug to get cleaned up. Fortunatley, no stitches were needed. He just looks like we beat him. Poor baby.