09 April 2009

On bail-outs, stimulus, and other bad words.

Last year around this time, my stocks were worth $189.00 a share. In December, they fell to half that amount. Now they are scrambling to make a rocky comeback, but it's a slippery slope.

Welcome to Recession '09.

At the time of this writing, unemployment has risen sharply to 15% across the US map. Here in Austin it hovers between 9-11%. Not as bad, but certainly above comfort level.

I think the only good thing about this ordeal is that gas isn't above four dollars a gallon. Not sure who to thank for that small favor. Seems even the oil moguls can't raise a good buck these days. Auto sales lots are laden with overstocked goods, unable to move even the least expensive of their inventory. The hits just keep coming.

My family hasn't truly felt the bitter bite of this mess called recession just yet—until today. Today, my husband was given a month's notice (generous in this age) to find a new place of employment. I glanced at the help wanted section of the local job website. True, there are jobs, but they have dismal pay rates. We've struggled to hold it together through a 20% cut in income, imposed back in January, and now...I suppose that was good practice.

I have a great job, that in this market almost pays me too much for the position. Back in 2007-2008 fiscal years, it was below standard. I'm grateful, but somewhat discouraged by it. The economy has lowered all standards of living, and it continues to do so. The question is, where will it end? Should we be complaining?

After all, we've had it good for the past five years, haven't we? Is it America's turn to just let it slide?

This recession has injected a new vocabulary for the general public: stimulus, recession, bail-out. That's tight, even the name sounds really sleazy.

There are dozens of different viewpoints on how the tax dollars should be spent, yet I can see the reasoning behind the bail-out of the banks. It's to hold this crumbly building up just a little while longer while we redo the landscaping around it, ie: the rest of the economy. It's a crutch, a splint, a big fat band-aid over a sore that refuses to go away.

Now the question remains: Who has the cure for what ails our failing economy?

08 April 2009

Okay I'm so Stoked!

I've been trying to win one of Jeri Smith-Ready's ARC's of Bad to the Bone for like 2 months. Seems that once work called me away to be busy, I get a break:

Me = /WIN.

This is a really cute blog by the way, and the girls are 19 and 20! What was I doing at their age? Hmmm, not this. More like getting into trouble.

Anyway, had to be happy publicly, I'm so excited to get Bad to the Bone in my hot little hands and do another review!

01 April 2009

A lot of stuff

So I made it through March, a very difficult month indeed, and it is now April 1st, which also happens to be April Fools Day. You know who got me with a joke? My beloved band, Nine Inch Nails. Yes Trent Reznor, clever and funny guy that he is, played us all today on Twitter.

Aside from that, still sitting under 10k for “the” novel/story/whattheeffever, and I believe it's because I'm taking in, instead of the general putting out.

Shush you.

The two characters have been speaking quite clearly but now that I've gotten all mean and serious about doing it, I want to be sure I have my ducks, erm, vampires in a row. No previews are available unless you count M and Xanox's blog. I'll give away a general gist of the story, but most definitely not the whole story.

Enough about me. Well wait. It is my blog after all.

Car is getting repairs done next week. Thank goodness for parents that have extra cars (because they simply cannot stop buying them!) laying around. I lowered my comprehensive deductible, especially since we've had such a moody month of mayhem. Go ahead and hail again—but do it fast. Like before this weekend. =/

Sushi and Weller make up a satisfying evening of absolute slackerdom...after doing the dishes of course.

You know what? Life is damn good. Even if there are road hazards.

That sounded like a tire commercial. Heh.