thank you baby jesus and more importantly isaac brock for getting me employed. yes, boys and girls, pretty helmet in now rejoining the workforce. even better news is that i start tomorrow. so i am happier than bea arthur in a pantsuit. it looks like a plaza party is not far behind. yay!

special thanks to jenny bean, z-bear and scott for giving me glowing reviews! ’splodey for enduring my depression during the weeks i was off and keeping me company and in stitches via his bad hair cut and myspace chat room. even bigger thanks to kev for making me shells and cheese and giving mad bear hugs when i couldn’t take it anymore.

i’m still debating on whether or not to have the auburn party as most of you bitches haven’t responded to the invite. i mean come on, with the beaches in a state of disrepair what else do you have to do labor day weekend?

dear god, buddha, shiva, isaac brock:

as you know i am heading off for a third interview at the place of employment that i really want to work at so if you could send a little divine intervention my way i certainly would not complain. MOMMA NEEDS A JOB DAMN IT!
also, please protect those devastated by katrina. what a fucking bitch. send aid and your good vibes.
please keep ’splodey and poppa cash safe traveling back to birmingham tonight. please make available an abundance of gas stations for re-fueling purposes and mass quantities of slim jims.

thanks a bunch,
elizabeth

around 4:30 yesterday afternoon i get a call from derek asking me to join him and damon for an impromptu hurricane party. i quickly oblige as sitting in my apartment is becoming quite a nuisance. as we drank pbr and gin and tonics the power went out and the apartment filled with people. it was a fun little party. i got a severe case of the hiccups and decided to call it a night.

when i got home the power came back on for about half an hour and then i was stuck in the dark again. i did not sleep well as the trees kept scraping the windows and molly cate had an anxiety attack every 2 minutes.

things are now okay. the power is on and i’m finishing my book. i’m quite sleepy so a nap is not too far away.

hey ’splodey, i tried calling you last night but i keep getting a “all phone lines are busy, please try your call again later” message and i can’t seem to catch you on myspace. i’ll talk to you later if all is well or i’ll catch up with you tomorrow.

oh monday, how hast thou forsaken me? storm is moving in and i’m here listening to a mixed cd i made some time ago. in honor of ’splodey this is the track list:

1. a drag in d flat - saves the day
2. at your funeral - saves the day
3. photobooth - death cab for cutie
4. close to me - the cure, covered by the get up kids
5. my apology - the get up kids
6. rock tonic juice magic - saves the day
7. this is not an exit - saves the day
8. courage was confused - knapsack
9. the shape of the fear - knapsack
10. as your ghost takes flight - saves the day

there are a few other songs on this cd by tegan and sara, but overall it is a cd that makes me rock out. seriously, i get all bouncy and pogo-ish. makes me wish for my converse.

please rsvp by commenting. i hope to see you all here even if you are not Auburn fans.

things to do on friday:

1. go to funeral - yes, kids this will be the highlight of my friday. sad, isn’t it?
2. pick up a copy of Lamb : The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal at books-a-gazillion - for those of you who haven’t heard of this book this is the dustjacket synopsis:
   

   The birth of Jesus has been well chronicled, as have his glorious teachings, acts, and divine sacrifice after his thirtieth birthday. But no one knows about the early life of the Son of God, the missing years — except Biff, the Messiahs best bud, who has been resurrected to tell the story in the divinely hilarious yet heartfelt work “reminiscent of Vonnegut and Douglas Adams” (Philadelphia Inquirer).

   Verily, the story Biff has to tell is a miraculous one, filled with remarkable journeys, magic, healings, kung fu, corpse reanimations, demons, and hot babes. Even the considerable wiles and devotion of the Saviors pal may not be enough to divert Joshua from his tragic destiny. But theres no one who loves Josh more — except maybe “Maggie,” Mary of Magdala — and Biff isnt about to let his extraordinary pal suffer and ascend without a fight.

3. finish working on an invitation for a partay that is coming up. woo hoo! beer!

that’s it. nothing to it. i’m sure you guys have great weekends planned and all, but for us unemployed moneyless people there isn’t much else to do except watch MST 3000 and try not to kill ourselves from sheer boredom.

today has been a really shitty day which has made me very cranky. here are the reasons why (in no particular order):

1. my leg is still sore from pulling my hamstring a couple of weeks ago.
2. i’m still unemployed regardless of how many (15 in the last two weeks) resumes i send out
3. because i’m unemployed i’m extremely stressed which is causing me to grind my teeth at night resulting in my TMJ flaring up
4. because my TMJ is killing me i have to start wearing my retainer again so now i sound like a drunk cindy brady
5. my inability to spell as of late is pissing me off
6. having people point out my inability to spell is pissing me off even more
7. no money
8. my parents called to tell me that my best friend in high school, patrick’s, mom died yesterday
9. she was only a few years older than my mom
10. i really wish my mom was here instead of traveling through canada

things that have made this day a little more bearable:

1. icy hot patches from CVS
2. gameboy
3. bubblegum flavored jelly bellies
4. cats licking my toes
5. taking a hot bath
6. watching cooper try to jump into the bathtub with me
7. steak out cheeseburgers
8. grant lee buffalo
9. getting a letter from the unemployment office saying they are going to direct deposit mad cash into my checking account

the interview went well today. as soon as i got home from the interview i received a call from the company asking if i could come back to meet with the head honcho guy. of course, i was happy to oblige so i finished my lunch and headed back over there. head honcho guy and i had a nice talk but he apparently is really in love with his job. not fifteen minutes after i arrived home the second time they called again to get my professional and personal references. i guess you could say that i’m in like flynn. or however the expression goes.

with all that out of the way i did not have much else to do so i watched a little of I Love the 90’s: Part Deux and gave myself a new tattoo:

i think it is pretty rock n’ roll but i’ve been known to be wrong.

yesterday i had a pretty intense conversation with a friend and several song lyrics that i have heard today seem rather poignant:

“It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks” - the shins, caring is creepy

“Devastation at last finally we meet
After all of these years out here on the street
I had a feeling you would make yourself known
You came along just to claim your place on the throne
And I have been overthrown
Overthrown” - grant lee buffalo, mockingbirds

“but that hurricane what’s-her-name
mentality was not for me
and never could be
cause it surely brings bitter things
and misery” - braid, a dozen roses

“The bar lights and the women
The empty pool hall and you and I

Well I got five more dollars, drink another
You’ll feel fine” - whiskeytown, bar lights

“I got a real live horseshoe,
And I hung it upside-down above my door.
But it don’t do nothing to impress you,
So I don’t know what the hell it’s for. ” old 97’s , four leaf clover

“If that phone don’t ring one more time,
I’m gonna lose what’s left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can’t get by without you and your big brown eyes.” - old 97’s, big brown eyes

i could go on for awhile but due to the time and the fact that this headache won’t subside regardless of how many aspirin i take or how many sodas i consume and that if i don’t get some real uninterrupted sleep soon i may pass out right here, so i will stop now.

just wanted to let my wonderful readers know that i have a job interview tomorrow and i really want this job. please say a prayer to your favorite religious icon for me.

as i posted earlier, sunday was cleaning day here at the finney household. lots of laundry, lots of dusting, lots of dog puke to clean up because molly cannot stop eating poo. also, our bathroom sink has been draining slowly so kev (mr. fix-it) cleaned out the drain. i have to say he is quite adorable when he gets into bob the builder mode.

after fifteen minutes of pulling hair out of the drain he swabbed the pipes with a Q-Tip:

it is not a very clear picture but trust me, it was nasty.

today i have faxed seven resumes and posted one online. please dear baby jesus send me a job i can hold onto. momma needs a new pair of shoes. and to pay rent, and to get the cat vaccinated, and to buy groceries that don’t consist of 98 cent pizzas because we are that poor but we still need to eat. i feel like i am in college again living off of ramen noodles, grilled cheese and macaroni.