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Momm: we spell with two M's. It's a four letter word.



I called my mom to ask for her advice (my mistake) on the idea that I could take a 401K loan to hire someone to help us with the house.... Really, we are all beat up and injured, and we need to get the house legal and inspections done so that we don't get fines. Then we need to get the taxes paid.



So I was asking her advice. I said, "Well, we can nickle and dime this thing until next October, but that leaves us vulnerable because I know my job's about to end. Or... I could take a loan from my 401K, pump money in to hire some help, and get it done as soon as possible without worrying about my job ending. "



The downside is, having $X in a 401K at 32 gives one a lot better chance of meeting retirement than having 1/2 of $X at the age of 32.



She told me that it was in my best interest to take the 401K loan.



Then as she spoke those words, before her breath was over, she asked me for a large loan to help her and her new husband meet expenses in case they are rejected for social security because her new husband is too mentally ill to work.



This is the same woman that convinced my brother to sign over his navy enlistment bonus to her to buy her a car.



The same woman that convinced me to employ her under the table for six months by giving her 1/4 of my paycheck every week and a bit of spreadsheet work to do.



The same woman that when my brother gave her money to pay off some parking/traffic tickets while he was on duty out of the country, she spent it for herself and he came back from serving his country to a suspended driver's license.



The next words out of his mouth were: "Momm: we spell with two M's. It's a four letter word."



This loan I will be taking - I WILL NEED FOR THE HOUSE! I don't have access to any of my 401K except for the house loan I will be taking. I am surviving a Pittsburgh winter without proper heat. She is in Arizona and I promise you, she is not at risk for fines, fees and freezing to death!



I can't even talk to her about money without her telling me she needs me to give her some.



I was PISSED!



I guess I was pissed at myself for forgetting that we must never talk money with momm.



Damn.

Oh Dear Lord, NO!

Well, my b/f has started a Vampire LARP. We had our first session yesterday and it was kind of fun; and then he was invited to a different game today in pitts.



This other game we visited today. *groan* I am going to try to be kind. These people were the most un-motivated, stupid, un-imaginitlve, crazy, anxt-ridden, emo, rule nazis I had ever met.



I have decided that for the betterment of the world, LARP game books henceforth should never EVER, EVER, be sold to college kids studying for midterms.



That's all I gotta say about that.



If I ever go again, I will play a Class IV Lunatic Malchavian who goes around poking people with feathers, playing "I got your nose," prophesizing in babble speak and periodically breaking out into song and dance.



That at least should liven things up a bit....