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I hate weekends when my husband has to work. It just makes me want to go to work! He is the only person that I really know out here outside of work, or that I really care to hang out with. I can only deal with some people for a little while. I have just sat around the house all weekend switching between craigslist.org, Facebook.com, and freecycle.org. I headed out a couple of times to check out some curb alerts and to go pick up my new to me end tables (which look awesome with my couch by the way!) I wasn't sure if I would like that they are higher than the couch, but I really think it looks really classy! I almost snagged a carpet cleaner for free yesterday, but someone had already e-mailed! Rrr! I am so ready to clean the carpet in my bedroom. The dog smell has got to go! It is driving me crazy! In Tennessee, I cleaned my carpets at least once a month! I had to leave my carpet cleaner at my parents' house when I moved. :( I also ran out to look at some lamps for my new tables! I found some I like, but I don't think that they will emit enough light. My search will continue! Hopefully I will catch some freebies! I love freebies!



The hubby isn't supposed to be home until after midnight tonight. Bleech! Then he has to be back at the same place at 8 tomorrow morning! When the hell is he going to have a day off? The last time he had a day off was last Saturday, and he almost had to go into work that day. He wasn't even supposed to work yesterday at all, and he got thrown into it! When it is all averaged out, although he is the breadwinner, I make more than him most weeks because I get paid hourly. I am not a big fan of unions, but in his case, I really wish he were part of one.

I am now about to make a cake, try to find something for dinner, and find a movie or something to watch. Hell, maybe I should just go to work. The store I am working at tomorrow is open 24 hours. If I went in now, I would get off around 3:30 in the morning, but I wouldn't get to see my husband when he comes home from work.