Meet The Fockers

A sequel, as good as the first? Yes, it is true. The whole "oh, look at the little focker" just never gets old. Okay, maybe for 12 year olds, but hey, it is good act like a kid once in while. A fun Wednesday treat after a day of searching for money. Today was application after application for grad school scholarships. I have applied for three, and despite there being 100's and thousands of different kinds of scholarships, very few pertain to my situation or status. Damn that white male power. Does my white trash upbring do nothing more than hone my affinity to budweiser beer???

Oh, and I need some financial information for the FAFSA forms that I have to fill out for loans and such. Well, I turned to my W2's and realized that they are not here. Since it is after the legal deadline of January 31, I emailed my school district. Well, despite the fact that I completed a change of address form last summer and was assured that I would receive all my mail at my new address (now, at this point, I realized that this person was extremely stupid or just boldly lying to me, and I should blame myself for false expectations), but no, my W2's, mailed on January 19, are floating around out there for identity thieves to have there way with; but I'm not bitter. Of course I'm bitter! ah, the joy of ranting.