The end of the world...

Okay, not for nothing but right after kissing my 12 year old at he stroke of midnight on January 1st that rang in the new year. He started...

Chan: Omg, I'll be glad when this year is over.

Me: Why? We're only 3 seconds in.

Chan: Cause the world is suppose to end on December 21.

Me: Omg, seriously. You're a kid, you're not supposed to be worried about such nonsense.

Chan: Okay, but when it happens I'm gonna tell you I told you so.

Me: Whatever. Go to bed.

I swear he is counting down the days in his stressed out little 12 year old mind when he should be planning time away from us to treat his new found puberty like an amusement park. Which he has found the time for but that's a whole new story that I will tell for another day. I was awful for me.

So now I've found this new show called doomsday preppers. I hate these people, they have it all figured out. I even find myself feeling really unprepared for the future in case something horrible happens.

As far as I've gotten is that we should stock up on twin mattresses at yard sales this summer to pack up in the attic where we will live out at least a year with my food hoard cause as we all know. Zombies aren't smart enough to pull on the little cord that brings the attic door down, hell I can even pull the cord back up into the attic to make it a lot harder for them as they are trying to get to us to eat our brains. I actually made the mistake of joking about this and telling Kenny my plan when my voice of doom teenager walked in and completely freaked out because I was planning for the end of the world.

God, I hope everyone is wrong about December 12th or I'm never gonna hear the end of it and I really would rather not be trapped in my attic on a twin mattress with a drama queen teenager....I wish everyone luck on their doomsday hoard.

Note to self, must buy more bottle water and clean out attic to make room for supplies.... ;]

Omg, I thought this year was gonna be better...

But no, apparently fate has another plan for us this year. I finally did get my tags for my cute new car but then two days later, the check engine light came on.

That's what 15,000 dollars will buy you these days. Took it back up there to them and that jock strap mechanic thought I was just some stupid woman and he just turned the light out. I told him I'd be back in a couple days when it came back on.

So I wasn't even over that trip before Kenny calls me last Friday to tell me that he just got 'let go' by his employer of over 3 years. These assholes said, 'the company was headed in a new direction and that he was invited.' Not sure what that means and wouldn't you know it his boss who is all family oriented and nice couldn't find his balls long enough to get on the phone with me to explain why they let Kenny go. He had his secretary tell me that by law they couldn't talk to me.

Now I'm sorry, but once I went online to post Kenny's resume I found a job that was posted a month earlier on a date that Kenny was out sick for three days. The first days he has ever missed at this company and he had a doctor's note, but they posted his job anyway. I'll be sure to let you all in on what a cult company that was once he gets his final paycheck and his severance...l.then I'm gonna unload on these people.

He had his first interview today but made the mistake of telling them how old he was, he was trying for a warehouse position and I'm not sure they are actually looking for a 47 year old man, when they can get a 18 year old Mexican for half the price. It would serve his old company right by having them pay his unemployment for awhile. I think tonight we'll be having a 'interview' practice....wish me luck.

Oh and I caught my 12 year old son dating his body pillow last night to which I had to have the 'be sure the door is close before treating your body like an amusement park.' talk. Fun.