Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is a lot of money.

Love and Cookies,
alia

PS. Should that not be happening, i would like The Pretty Little Dolly or a Hippopatumus.

I have been getting many many comments still on my post about Novemthree, the little boy who had a giant tumor removed from his face. TLC showed a special, called “Face Eating Tumor” about the surgeries. I didnt find out until a few months ago that the surgeries were a success, but that Novemthree died in September.

The special is amazing, and i encourage you to watch it, as TLC has been replaying it in memory.

However, for those of you who were interested in Novemthree, I direct your attention to 14 year old Marlie(if you are easily grossed out, dont click, there’s a picture), who is suffering from the same sort of tumor.

Only hers is 16 pounds.

Let me repeat that.

A 14 year old girl, who has a sixteen pound tumor.

IN HER FACE.

I hope to hear more about her and her surgery on the news, but if you have a link, please drop it in comments for me. That goes with articles on Novemthree as well, as I only could find one.

This year seems to have gone oddly fast.

maybe thats because im not dreading everyday of work. or it could just be that all the days blur together at my menial job now..hmm.

i applied for a job as a children’s assistant in a library, and had high hopes for it. but it turns out, and you will never hear me say this again, so listen closely:

MY FATHER WAS RIGHT.

I should’ve taken spanish instead of french. because then, i would currently be employed at a 12 dollar an hour job which pays me to hang out with children and read them books…instead, i am, again, answering phones.

Oh well, the library is still looking for someone to drive the bookmobile.

Argh, today is of the frustration.

We went to the Honda dealership last week (two weeks ago?) to refinance Brandus’s car, because we got it over a year ago and wanted lower payments.

“Sure, no problem!”

And will you be running my credit to do this?

“No, not at all!”

Cool.

So, we signed lots of paperwork, and drove off with a smile and a lower monthly payment.

Today, we get around to checking the mail.

Its been a couple of days since we checked it, so we had a lot to go through.

I opened the envelope from Honda, thinking it would be the new balance and bill.

NO! it was a DENIAL of application for autoloan!

now, seeing as we hadnt APPLIED for an autoloan..at least, not a new one, this was a little startling.

So, i got upset, but put it to the side and continued to open mail.

Not one, not two, not three, FIVE different banks sending us “sorry, you cant buy a car!” letters.

Excuse me?

Brandus had gone out to get a package from the mailbox, so when he came back and i was in tears, he was noticably startled.

He calls Honda, “No, there is no problem.”

The FUCK?

turns out, they ran MY credit, on MY current income. Not on OUR credit and income. Which means, techincally, i now own two cars. which doesnt help, as this is brandus’s car.

And, we just got knocked FIVE TIMES on our credit report, so when i stop by to sign whatever the hell im supposed to, im taking in all five letters, and Shane and I are going to have a nice long talk about credit reports and people (such as him) being major assholes.

Im really pissed.

And not even the fact that my job interview went really well yesterday is going to get me out of my funk for a while.

And im seriously behind on Nanowrimo, which SUCKS.

*sulks*