Open the window and let me out!

I am still singing the wedding hit "Mermer" in my head! ARGHHHHHH! Make it stop. Make the off key voices stop. I can hear them. I hear tone deaf people. Why am I singing? Cursed Deborah and her catchy lyrics.

Basement update for anyone who cares.
(by the way, I am accepting donations to pay for this money pit by way of cash, money orders, gift certificates, food items, re-saleable personal assets)

The basement is "mostly" framed. The heating guy is adding heat runs along the ceiling that will have to be framed around.
The heating guy is working two nights a week to put in 8 heating runs and a cold air return. We are looking at a 2013 completion date for the heat.
The rough electrical is in.
The rough plumbing is in, including the tub/shower.

We are three weeks away from adding another bouncing baby expense to the strapped household. Merry Christmas!

The job front is looking bleak. But my initial application is almost ready to submit to Utah Career College. I will need to take the $400.00 CNA course either in December or January to certify as a CNA for the state of Utah. Now, how to earn a living and pay the bills my wife and seventeen children for the next two years.

I tried out as a male exotic dancer last week but caught myself in a painful zipper accident and then tripped over my hot pink Lycra short shorts and threw my back out during a overly energetic signature pelvic thrust move. I ended up on my head in the midst of a group of cat calling, blue haired retirees. Its hard to stay focused and dance anyway with them yelling "take it off Sonny" and waving their social security checks at me like I am just a piece of meat! "I am a person and I have feelings", I was telling Ida and Martha later that night when they volunteered to buy me a glass of milk at the bar.

So I am still pondering my employment options if the credit union job goes away.

It is our family's turn to clean the church building this afternoon.
I was released from my calling as Executive Secretary last week. Apparently Ida is the grandmother of one of the high councilors in the stake. Who knew... anyway, it got back to the stake about my collection of butterfly and little orphan Annie tattoos on my upper thigh that could only have come from those gossipers Ida and Martha.

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