That horrible moment

That moment that I hate so much is about to arrive - the moment when I have to buckle down and start being responsible. I hate being responsible. I was born to be a dilettante. (But then, weren't we all?)

I have to find a job. I have to figure out if I know where my Social Security card is and who my old supervisors are and where, exactly, I'm really going to apply. I need to install Microsoft Office on the new computer and figure out what pieces of it I've gotten rusty on in the last few years. I need to call up the Benefits office at my old employer and find out how to switch my benefits over to spousal benefits from Rob. (Although Rob may be able to take care of a lot of that part himself.) I need to call the Center for Weight Management and find out what's going on with them.

Assuming that I won't be able to just walk in and find a job right away, or at least not a permanent, full-time one, I need to get our financial house in order. I need to cancel things that we don't use/don't really need - like Netflix, which we really haven't been using, and the dialup service I always kept as a backup in case cable went down. I also have to finish up my mother's estate, at long last. And I need to get the money from Mama's annuity, which is in a money-market account at an investment company with no local branches, and transfer it somewhere I can get my hands on it a little more easily. I need to attempt to figure out when and if I'm going to move some of that money to mutual funds.

I could go on, but I won't. I've had a lovely six-week vacation and it's over, and now I have to go back to the real world. But ugh. Times like this, I just want to crawl back into the womb.

Teh random

I am cleaning, and it's no fun. Which makes a "random" entry a good thing to do in the intervals when I run out of steam. I HAD to go and offer to cook lunch for Daddy and Barbara tomorrow. (I still have to go to HEB and buy groceries, too.)

1. I have "I Kissed a Girl" (the Katy Perry one, that is) stuck in my head and it's starting to drive me crazy.

2. Sort of related to that - only because I made it related - my Facebook status is still on what I set it on Wednesday night, which was "waves bye-bye to 2008. It's lucky I don't kick it in the ass on the way out." I think that little piece of bitterness has been there quite long enough and it's time to change to something else. So I just changed it to "has 'I Kissed a Girl' stuck in her head."

3. I am really tired of these commercials about how your antenna TV is going to stop working soon. Surely if people haven't figured it out in the past SIX MONTHS, they're not going to get it now.

4. Like karen_d , I am interested in cemeteries - although maybe to a lesser degree - and through this entry I found this website which has pictures and info on many cemeteries, including George Cemetery, which is the cemetery that most of my mother's family is buried in, and which I have posted pictures of before, I believe. I am going to have to dig through my pictures, because I should be able to add some information that's not already there. I am related to all of those Batson and Martins on that list (my grandmother was a Martin, and the Batsons are cousins in some way I'm not sure about), but my more immediate relatives are missing as yet.

5. Ghost Whisperer was a kind of dumb show to begin with, but seeing the repeats makes me realize how much it's gone downhill this season. (It's one of those shows that I only watch at all because Rob does - when I'm sitting at the computer right next to the TV it's hard to ignore.) The changes they made this year - I'm trying to say this without being spoilery - were not at all to my taste, let's say.