So, yesterday the sitter calls. The Kid has thrown up twice. I try calling The Hubby to see if he can take The Kid but, no he says that he's too sick to drive. I left work early to pick him up. The poor The Kid was all flaccid. Yes, that's the word that came to my mind. The Poor child was just sitting there, not doing anything. Obviously the disease has affected him greatly. The Hubby was shivering and trembling in the couch, could barely speak. Great, I now had two sick guys to tend to. Not a pretty sight. Then came the diarrhea. Oh sweet monkey jesus! The diarrhea! Lets just say that I had to change my underwear. It was that bad. He got everything, blankets, clothes, me. Then he got a fever. I barely slept last night. Everytime that I managed to doze off, I heard the underwater fart noise that alerted me to yet another poopy mess. And of course, The Kid was all about playing at three freaking oclock in the morning. Who the heck is awake and lucid at that unholy hour? Not me, that's for sure. Took him to the doctor this morning where he was diagnosed with an ear infection. Surely not the cause for his exorcist-like projectile vomiting/diarrhea? I also found out that ALL the kids from church are sick with the same disease. Some of the adults have it too. I kept hearing my own stomach gurgle and bubble and praying that maybe just maybe I can hold off on getting all diseased until both guys are better. There's just no way that I can take care of two sick men while being sick myself. Of course, this morning I just HAD to get all jealous of the attention they were getting and go and start vomiting too.

Anyways, change of subject. I am so sleep deprived it's not even funny. I'm going to take a class every morning until the end of the year so I won't be online until after 1pm. Once I pass this one class, all I'll need is one math class and then I can leave this godforsaken skool and go on to the next one. Only five more years to go, is my daily chant. Remember, the peepee in the potty.

I love duplexes (is that even a real word?). If I could, I would marry them. Why? Because, that's why. See, a duplex is two houses side by side. No more different than an apartment, even the mortgage might be the same as a quality apartment. The only difference is that you can rent out the second unit and have that unit pay for the mortgage of the property. This way you could live rent free. Although, once you've been living like that for a bit you can always buy a regular house. You could then move into the house and rent out the unit that you were living in. This way you could still live rent free and have both mortgages being paid. All the money you save by not having to pay your mortgage can go into paying off the principal of the houses. There's an affordable housing, duplex, SW Florida, Equity Company south from where we live that they are selling really cute duplexes.

If it weren't for the fact that The Hubby and I already have a strip of land close by that we will turn into a duplex, we would most definitely go for this deal. We hope to have the building started sometime next year. It will be a double income and since there are always people on Section 8 looking to move out of an apartment into a duplex or house, we will be able to rent it out soon after it's done. This is going to help out since I have to leave my job when skool starts in the fall.

The company is selling at pre-construction prices. If you're going to buy new, that's the way to go. Why? because houses go up in value at different times. Lowest price is pre-construction, then comes brand new (that's the most expensive one), and then the house will appreciate in value relative to the area surrounding it at a steady rate yearly. It helps that The Hubby is an appraiser and I can learn these kinds of things. Of course, if you get a really good deal on a foreclosed home or a house that needs lotza love, you should go for it. But only if you can do the repairs yourself, otherwise you may end up paying more than if you had bought the house brand new. What I like the most about these particular houses is that everything is included in the cost and you don't have to make any payments while it's being constructed. Of course, you would have an ETA of when the house will be done and will be able to arrange Section 8 people to move into it the very first month guaranteeing that you won't have to put up any money for the house.
Since the house is one price before construction and another after, that's all equity that you have built into the house without lifting a finger. Equity that you can have in case of an emergency or for paying off credit cards. The equity that builds up is quite high. The houses that I'm looking at in the site cost around 285k before construction and have an average value of 325k right after construction's done. That's a gain of 40k without doing anything but look cute. That's money you can tap into to buy your own house. You can't make easier money legally. Shoop! I have a Gordon Rule paper due tomorrow that I've barely started! Rats!

“ I'm going to bury that guy. I have done it before, and- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE KIDNEY GOES INSIDE MY RIB CAGE!”

~ Steve Ballmer on Mr. T

Yeah, well. I do believe that Jesus came as a baby and that he died in the cross for me. I do believe that Christ came back on the third day but I don't believe in this "christmas" thing that is celebrated at this time of year. Why? Well, first of all I believe in logic and reason and things just don't add up.

Don't be offended, please. God forbid I lose my 3.5 commenters. The thing is that there are so many things that don't add up regarding this holiday that I can't follow. No where in The Bible does it say that Jesus was born on December 25, yet people act as if it's his actual birthday. If you read The Bible closely, logic and reason show that he was actually born in the fall. Why? Because the angels announced it to the shepherds tending the sheep. It gets cold in Israel during wintertime so it rules that season out. There was a census going on at that time. In those times, eveverything rose and fell according to the harvest. That means that until all the crops were harvested no farmer wanting to live through the winter would've left his field. Yet there were so many people in Bethlehem that there was no available room. This leaves out summer and early fall. It couldn't have happened in the springtime because it's planting season, and once again the farmers wouldn't have been able to leave their land. People really lived off the land during that time for sustenance and profit. It wouldn't have been economically motivating for the Roman rulers to order something that would eventually affect the amount of money they received from the Jews.

This leaves mid to late fall as the only possible time. Now, the wise men. The Bible doesn't say how many there were nor how long it took them to get to Jesus and his mother. The Bible does say that they were come into the house. If they had found Jesus right where he was born, it would've said barn. It also says that right after they left Joseph was told to leave Israel. This is when Herod killed all young children less than two years old. "according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise men." He wouldn't have had a need to kill all two year olds if there had been no time passed between the birth of Jesus and the time the wise men showed up in front of Jesus. Also I know that the Catholic church first had about 20, then 2 then 3 wise men. They even named them. There are no names in The Bible for them.

I have to go back to work, but this is my little rant of the day. Don't get me wrong, I just have a problem with something that maybe started out as a good thing but has now become completely commercialized. Christmas is about satisfiying the ego. How many presents did I get? How good were they? How many did I give? Give me, give me, gimme. That's all there is to it nowadays. It's nothing more than a marketing scheme. I choose to get presents and give them if there's a secret angel thing going on at my job. I choose to pick a card off the angel tree and give presents to a needy child. I don't ban christmas music. I don't go to the company christmas party. But who wants to spend more time than necessary with the crazies at my job? I hope that you're not offended by my not wanting to celebrate this time of the year just as I'm not offended by your wanting to celebrate it.

Friday I had a Katie moment*. It was the birthday celebration of one of my coworkers and she had a huge cookie cake. Those are delicious. Of course, my office mate had to take a piece for one of the secretaries, and OF COURSE she had to LEAVE me ALONE with the cake. I tell you, I literally caught myself a couple of times with my hand just inches from the cake ready to take a bite. It was TORTURE, internet. I could hear the cookie calling my name. My belly was trying to take over..I couldn't resist. I had im'd the girl and told her to come get it fast...She was taking her time. I had to bring it to her to stop me from taking the cake. The funny thing was, after I brought it to her I got another piece for myself and didn't eat it. It went to waste. Bad, bad me.

**by Katie moment I don't mean something she would do, I mean something that would probly happen to me anytime that I'm in Katie's presence. She definitely brought my cavewoman-ish instincts out. Memories of us grunting while eating chinese in the living room are still fresh. I will never look at a pupu plater the same way again.

***Oh yeah, we've all been able to tell that Katie is Morgana and that she is a dork. A cute, lovable dork; but a dork nonetheless. Also, she smells like peas.

Yay! I got in touch with someone very special. I shall name her Morgana (she would like that). Morgana and I used to be very bestest best friends in the whole wide world. I left the place that we called home and never went back, and for that I am truly sorry because I lost contact with someone that was very special to me. Morgana and I went through a lot together, from boy band crushes to gang beatings (not us, the guy that was driving the car {it was a reeely nice car, too}). I think that I will do a series of posts regarding how I came to leave that place and ended up where I am. There might be monkeys involved. Or poop. Or both, I am a mom after all.