Don't Dream It...Be It.

Once again, I've gone months without attempting to log into this blog. Fail.

An even bigger fail is that I wasn't able to log into this account for like an hour because apparently they've changed everything over to google and when I created this account years ago, it was not with a gmail address. I will have to figure out what to do with all of this soon, if I intend on continuing to make any use of it.

Let's see...I wrote back in the summer. Hmm...

The August clinic appointment went well. Not great, but well enough. I need to work on airway clearance. The kid got off to a good start in 7th grade. Busy World is Hushed went well--or so we thought--but got terrible reviews. Oh well. Can't please 'em all.

Towards the end of that production I did go out on a limb and audition for the Rocky Horror Show. And much to my surprise, I was cast, though not for the roles I wanted. I was cast as Eddie and Dr. Scott. In the end, I was pleased with that, though, because I actually got to sing two solos, and be a part of the floorshow/finale ensembles, and that was pretty amazing.

The show finished its run 4 days before my 37th birthday, and I commemorated the event with a new tattoo on my left wrist. It's the Seal of Rassilon from Doctor Who and around it are the words," Don't Dream It...Be It." I love it. It makes me happy.

Things at home have been all over the place. That whole emotional breakdown I talked about a few months ago is still teetering. We've lost the second income that was in our monthly budget and so that has added considerable strain onto our already fragile bubble. We easily swing from moments of complete and utter contentedness to uncontrollable emotional outbursts. We're up, we're down, we're here, and we're there. But only occasionally on the same page. Just another speed bump. This, too, shall pass. (though it would pass a whole lot quicker if we'd win the lottery.)

And so, I've been looking for some side work. It's good that we are a bubble full of jack-of-all-trades. We have various marketable skills between us and have been filling our time with things like ghost-writing, graphic design, web design, sales, repair and other odd jobs, and now live trivia in local bars and eateries. Its not glamorous, but it buys the groceries.

I'm headed back to the CF clinic next week. And of course, I'm coming down with a cold just in time to see them. Health wise, this has been the best fall I've had since 2006. Yet, my PFT will be lower because I'm all congested now. Fantastic.

Christmas is coming up fast and we have no money for presents. This will be the second year that I don't send out Christmas cards. I am going to attempt to make gifts, though. We'll see how it goes. I'd say, coming into the month of December, we're about $1,500 red. Life really has a funny way of kicking you in the nuts and laughing while you roll on the floor crying, "Why did you do that? What did I ever do to you?"

Now that I think I've got this whole log-in thing mastered, I will...once again...attempt to blog more often. At this point, it may be therapeutic...or cathartic...or at the very least something to do to distract me from the realities of every day life.