Do you ever wish that you didn't have a moustache?

Man. I sure do. Stupid moustache.
Anyway, I think things are looking up (knock on wood).
Glen is now working for a new company. He still does loans, but can get better rates and will make almost twice as much money per loan. (This means that for the few loans he can get he'll do much more to pay the bills). He will also be able to help people to modify their loans. This doesn't bring in a ton of money, but some is better than none, and more importantly, he'll be able to help people that are (to use a word that is all over the news) "underwater." That combination of being underwater with also having lost a job or taken a pay cut is hurting so many people right now. We're actually using the company he works for to modify our loan. Our home is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars less that we took out our loan for. Things have hit so hard out here. We don't want to lost our house, but since he works in the housing industry we have lost so much income. Not that the $7.75 an hour at the Targets isn't helping, but can you imagine supporting yourself on that, let alone a family? My income helps pay for groceries, so it does help, but then I feel guilty that I have any job when so many other people are looking and no one is hiring. I'm just babbling now. I'm just glad that we will be making some money soon so we can try to get our finances back in order. It is nice to have something like that to look forward to.
I have been getting some scrapping done lately. Not as much as I would like, but much more than I have been since the poo hit the fan and I got the job. You would think that I would force myself to do different crafts since I feel so much better after finishing a project, but that just doesn't seem to be how it goes down around here.
I have had such a hard time motivating myself to do anything, and when I do work on something it tends to be something that will make the house cleaner or make Glen happy. He has been pulling all the weight around here for a long time. Not that he scrubs the house from top to bottom every day while I sit watching tv. He does the dishes. If he didn't, they wouldn't get done because I can't seem to make myself care. He has been doing the laundry (which is something I did when I was still at home). I'm not exactly back to myself, but I have just been feeling a little less hopeless.
A couple of weeks ago I spent an entire weekend cleaning the basement and Tucker's room. It felt great to get it all done, and it's allegedly still clean down there. I don't go into the basement very often, so it may not be "my" clean as much as it is "Glen" clean. At least I know that we got rid of a large garbage bag full of crap, and we took out old clothes and things that needed to go from the kids' rooms.
I always feel like I have so much more to say before I actually start blogging, but then I don't want to just crap out so much randomness at once.
I'll have to make a list of the B.S. I carry around in my head and share it with you all a little at a time.
Don't want you to choke on it.