ladykatza

so, our kitchen faucet leaks. its gone from a nuisance type leak, to a downright problem. it leaks around the stem and water gets all over the counter. i’d been keeping a towel to soak it up, but that’s not even enough. so, finally, daecon and i decided to get a new faucet. well, the guy at the store says that there is this little cartridge inside that just needs to be replaced and that should do it.

nope, not that simple. daecon tried, now its worse. *sigh* oh well, now we get to buy a new one, and, oh ya, a special wrench to fix it with. not that this is bad, tools are always good. you know, my parents set me up with a hope chest for when i moved out. it use to be an old tradition, the parents slowly added things like linens, silverware, plates, pots, pans, and bedding. this was a wonderful thing for when i moved out, but you don’t think about all the other necessary things for owning a house.

mop, broom, lawnmower, weed wacker, hoses, major appliances (yup, that’s a doozy. i almost went mad when my washer sprung a leak and almost flooded the house), hammer, saw, and well… the list goes on and on.

and then you have kids and you realize the expense of clothing and shoes. good lord! thrift stores and consignment shops are my friend. i dread the day they start wanting all these designer clothes. yes, that will be the day i say “GET A JOB!”.

remember being a kid and wishing you could be an adult because then nobody would tell you what to do? then you were a teenager and you had more freedom, but still those pesky rules, and what the hell won’t anyone take you seriously? then you move out, get a job, a car, pay rent, and now nobody can tell you what to do, but… wait? what happened to all that free time and sleep you use to get?

dad use to get so mad at me because i never took a job seriously. i’d quit at the drop of a hat or do something to get myself fired. he said i wasn’t responsible, and truth was, i didn’t care about any of those jobs. later on, as i took on more responsibility, i was able to hold it down. i had one job for a year, quit that because i got a different one, and now i’ve been at that job for 4 and a half years. considering that i’ve only been working full time for 10, well, i’d say that’s pretty damn good.

but, its just a job, it pays the bills. it certainly isn’t my creative outlet. i’d love to make enough money to survive by writing, and opening up my own goth club. but really, who wouldn’t want to make money doing what they love?