Oh today has gone by at the speed of mollasses. Makes me think of a joke.

A family of moles were buried in a cave in so they began to make their way single file to the surface. After digging for about an hour, the father, at the front says "Do you smell fresh air?" The oldest son, at the back and somewhat of a smart mouth shouts, "No, dad, all I can smell is moleasses."

Ok, so it's not much of a knee-slapper, but who cares. I want to thank everyone who has left me messages in my analyzer, you guys fuckin' rock! If you haven't signed it, then, well, you just suck and I don't like you. Just hope you never need anything from me. Nyah, nyah, nyah.

I got some of the best news today. First I should probably explain the mood I was in first. Our house has been foreclosed on and we've already seen where it's been listed as up for auction. We're in the middle of declaring bankruptcy and are getting all of our debts together to give to an attorney. Well, I faxed him a partial list, of our debts, but he needs all of them, addresses and amounts and he also told us that he can't file anything until we pay him his fee ($500) and the court costs ($200) so, we've got all the information now, but we don't have $700. On top of that, we got notification that the foreclosure has gone through the court or something. We got notification of a judicial judgement. The fuckin' people are charging us $1000 for attorney fees and then another $924 for fuckin' court costs.

Needless to say, I wasn't in the best of moods last night when I saw that and wasn't really in the mood to come to work today. Well, the big boss, Carl, is finally back in the office (he takes like 5 vacations a year...being rich has its perks), and today he called me upstairs. Oh great, what now. I grab a pen and notebook, thinking it's a staff meeting, but when I get up there, he walks in, sits down across from me and speaks. He tells me how much they love my work, how much they love me working here, and how much he loves working with me. His point? I GOT A FUCKIN' RAISE!!!

*Icebear dips into Uncle Bob's bag of happy dances and does the first one he grabs*

Woohoo!!!! I'm so pumped. So, now I'm pulling in a whole $33,600 a year. Still under the average for my position and for this area, but it's a small company so I'm not too bummed. Besides, they're still paying for all my flying lessons and shit. So, now, I'll be having some pretty big paychecks coming so we can get all this financial nonsense out of the way and behind us. Thank goodness. The best part was, right after we spoke, he came down and gave it to the accountant to get it set up in this pay period, so my paycheck tomorrow will be a new bigger number! Go me! I'm one stoked mutha fucka!

Well, as if having 6 rats (with about 8 more on the way) wasn't enough, we have a new addition to the family. While the wife was down checking the mail, she found an iguana running around. I've mentioned before how I've wanted one (I'm a Foxtrot fan and wanted to get one to name it Quincy), so she caught it and brought it home. So, tomorrow after I get paid and we get bills taken care of, we're going to go to the pet store for some iguana stuff. We're building quite a menagerie, eh? Iguana's are a bit more complicated than I had expected, but I think he/she'll be fine. No, we don't know the sex yet. Oh, and one of the rats that we're getting is going to be "my special little girl". She's from the litter of a friend of ours (Holly, the girl who went with us to Orlando a while back) and as soon as I heard about her, I wanted to have her. She was born with only three legs. I have a soft spot for animals, but an even softer spot for animals that are "special". I'm going to name her Tripod and I'm going to spoil her rotten. I can't wait to see her.

Well, it's quittin' time so I'm getting out of here. I'll see you all later. And remember, if you haven't signed my analyzer then you suck! If you want to stop sucking, then just sign it! Da 'Bear loves ya'll.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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