Well, I have failed at the NaBloPoMo; too much going on and I just couldn't get the weekend posting done. Oh, well, since I know I have a problem with follow-through, I am not going to kick myself too much over it. Too many other things on my plate, I suppose.
It was a very eventful weekend, on some really not very good levels, and unfortunately I am unable to talk about the events that occurred. It will be made known in time, but for now just know that something awful happened, that we are going through something really horrible as a family, and we need your good thoughts and prayers. I am sorry for being so vague, but that is just how it has to be at the moment. But no, it had nothing to do with the Crazy Stalker Guy, though in many ways it is far worse than that.
The meeting at the housing authority went well, and I can officially start looking for a new place to live. The process is a little daunting, and it turns out that even though I have to use the voucher within 4 months, they ALSO only have a limited number of slots so if I wait, there is the chance that I still won't get a place. This is very frustrating in that four bedroom houses are slim on the ground right now, plus I really can't even contemplate a move until January when I get my tax refund; I just don't have the extra money for a deposit and such-especially now, with this other stuff going on. So even though I qualified and have done the stuff that I need to do thus far, there is still a chance that I will lose my spot. Seems like it never is simple. In any respect.
Apparently I was mentioned in a post of the week thing; does anyone have any idea where that is? I haven't been in to my reader yet this morning, so perhaps there? That is pretty cool, though. Gives me a little jolt of surprise and happiness, anyway.
Steve and I talked about Thanksgiving, and it was surprisingly painless. Sam and I were invited to go with Rob and Janet (we usually celebrate Thanksgiving with them anyway) to their friends' house (and we know them, they are also always there on holidays), and now of course Hannah and Eli will be going as well. For some reason, their dad has opted not to take them for the Thanksgiving break this year, which is fine with me. However, B. and J's house is not set up for a toddler; as Janet said, "B.'s house is DECORATED!" so while Owen was certainly part of the invite, it would be easier were he not there. So I asked Steve last night if it worked out for him to take Owen for the day, and made sure that he knew that they were both welcome, but since Steve doesn't much like to go there anyway either, it would maybe be better for him to take O. to his family dinner, and then we can all meet up for pie and such in the evening. He seemed pleased and grateful, and I think it will be fine.
Now, with this written, there is nothing left to do besides put one foot in front of the other and do what I need to do for today. Please keep us in your thoughts over the next few days and weeks.