TYING LOOSE ENDS
Heart-wrenching. Heavy-hearted. And yet somehow relieved. Our long-haired chihuahua (recently written about on Texas T-Bone), bless his heart, has a new home.
We’d do nearly anything to help make our home safer for the Cutlet. The dog’s volatile behavior at times was enough to make us consider letting him go. We thought about it for a year, and lived the situation 6 months to test how he’d respond to our baby son. Deep down, we knew we couldn’t keep Bear.
It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
It was the first time the Petite Filet saw me cry (and she told me to never, never do that again because it’s hard to see a man cry, especially one you love. Yeah, well, no promises from me on that one).
*Deep sigh*
On the lighter side ...
Intrepid readers of Texas T-Bone may remember that we’re the not-too-proud owners of a 2001 Mustang GT. I mentioned at one point that a potential deal was struck whereupon we would be relinquishing the gas-guzzling anti-family car for a hail-damaged sedan. I was happy at the prospect because it meant more money in our pockets and two cars we could put a baby seat in. Unfortunately, hat deal fell through with a resounding thud. Or splat.
However, another way to jettison the modern muscle car is on the horizon. We did all we could to rid ourselves of the thing (ads in newspapers, online, put on consignment at a reputable dealership for four months), but the car's value dropped much faster than we could pay for it. I won’t divulge the details until this new deal is final, but it looks like it will stick this time.
Valuable lesson learned: if you are a young married couple who wants to have children but has had trouble getting pregnant, buy a sports car. You’ll have a kiddo before you know it. Plus, don’t buy a car that has a history of losing value quickly because, while it is a sexy car, nobody wants to pay what it is worth or near what you owe. Especially when its manufacturer is practically giving away brand-new ones.
Finally, many of you may remember I was considering an additional job to keep us afloat. Stinko de Mayo signaled the end of the Petite Filet’s work-from-home gig. The Cutlet is 6 months old now, and the P.F. is ready to get out of the house and work part-time, if she can spend time with our boy, too. How would that work, you ask?
Divine direction pointed us to childcare centers at gyms. There’s an opening at her former gym – a place she loved – and it looks promising. She would get a free membership as well. She has applied at two gyms and we know that if it’s meant to happen, it will.
I’ve put in applications at a few places, but lately my full-time job has been wearing me thin. I am reluctant to work another job, but I know the time for me to buckle down is here. I’ll be hitting a few places on Monday (I have the day off, yahoo!) to submit applications. Sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. And I do.
One last set of loose ends is my list of Choice Cuts. There are some new ones, and more to be added. If you want to be linked, let me know (via comments or an e-mail). I’ll get around to it soon!
Have a great weekend and a superbo day at work Monday! I'll be thinking of you (*snicker*).
