FISH OR CUT BAIT

So...it's official. I will loose my job here in December of 2009. This isn't a big surprise. I knew it was coming; I just kind of wished I had a teeny bit more time. And really...who ever gets a year's notice? Still, it made me kind of sad to hear my boss confirm what Robin is referring to as our "dead date". This forces me to move on, but at the same time I know I will never have a job this great again. Chris has been asking me for the last two weeks what my goals are for next year. What do I want to do? How do I want to re-design the blog? What major purchases do I want to make? Every time he asks, I answer with an "I don't know". I don't know. I am in the land of indecision. So...I'm thinking of making that work in my favor.

I'm taking on a vow of poverty of sorts. For the next year I will not purchase anything new with the exception of food, toiletries, shoes, socks, and underwear. I will make do with the clothing I have or buy from the thrift stores. I know I've been harping about a new snazzy coat, but really I can make do with what I have. No, the old coat is not sporty or sleek and it doesn't match the scooter, but it's a good coat and it's warm. Yes, I really want a fancy rack for V, but it's not high priority right now.

Maybe if I spend more time getting my crap organized and less time obsessing about things I want (but don't need), I'll be able to answer some of those questions Chris keeps asking me. And don't even get me started on the TV. We've already had the "let's kill the cable" conversation. If only we could choose our channels. Ours would be a small list like the green channel, BBC, HGTV, Discovery, SciFi, and that's about it.