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Resumes sent out this week: 1

Applications filled out: 0

Interviews scheduled this week: 0

Thing I am grateful for: Coupons!

Ok 2 things:

1. I haven’t been sending out a lot of resumes and applications because I have been debating for the last month if I want to leave my job or suck it up and get a third job. Yesterday, I decided I want another job . . .badly! I like the place I’m working. However, I am kinda of tired with my boss.

I am tired of having every little aspect of my job dictated to me. I am tired of having to do my job in a way that isn’t conducive to achieve the goals that were dictated to me or that I want to achieve myself. And most importantly, I’m tired of part-time work. I am getting more hours as I it is coming up on our busy season, but its a lot of manual labor (which isn’t exactly a bad thing) but I am tired of my has turning color from coffee and flavorings.

Therefore, with renewed hope . . .I am looking for a new job.

2. Grandma broke her humorous . . .and it isn’t very funny. Grandma fell a week and a half ago and hasn’t been home since. She is in a nursing home for rehab in the hopes she will return home within a week or two. She it pissed and wants to go home right now. I go visit her after work almost every day to see her. I am suffering from what is termed caregiver burnout. I haven’t posted a new post because at night I come home tired and usually take a shower, maybe eat something and go to bed.

Whats most troubling is that mom, who moved here to help take care of her mother, isn’t doing so well. She has been diagnosed with AFib and given new medication which is working. Yet, my mother is also having stomach issues. She can’t eat without getting sick and has lost 15 lbs. within the past month. She has had a couple of test, one came out clean, the other we are still waiting on. I can’t imagine taking care of two people at the same time. However, I feel I will have to.


Today provided me lots of entertainment. First and foremost the “informational session” was about selling insurance and annuities. That really isn’t my cup of tea. However, there will be better opportunities down the road.

There were two things of interest to me. Jason Stackhouse and the Gay Baby! We will start with the former.

In the “informational session” I went to there was a guy who looked some much like Jason Stackhouse, it was frightening. Same blond hair, same build, same dumb doe-caught-in-headlights look in his eyes. Much like the picture below.

I kept looking at him like, OMG . . .You are the physicality of a fictional character. After he finally realized I was watching him off an on during the “informational session” he started looking back at me. I wasn’t really interested in him . . .but I think he thought that I was. It totally made the “informational session” worth it.

I really kinda thought nothing could top the Jason Stackhouse sighting. . .until I went to work. That’s where I found the Gay Baby . . .more like he found me.

Tonight was really rainy. So anyone walking by the store most likely decided to pop in to browse until the rain let up. Enter Stage Left, a mother and her child. The child is probably about 18-24 mos. and is wearing a ball cap and sitting in a stroller. The mother is wet, yet the child is not.

As the mother started walking towards me, I acknowledge her and she acknowledge me. The child proceeded to tell his mother that he was wet (from the rain . . .not the diaper). He mother assured him he was only a little wet. He proceeded to take off his hat and tell her how wet it was. Ok . . .I’m thinking . . .just a complaining kid.

Moving on, as his mother continues to browse, the kid spots a naked mannequin and says “Look . . .BOOBIES!” I ask his mother if he gets that from his father, and she assures me that is not the case. She also told me that they cannot go near a lingerie department with him, because he will scream “BOOBIES!” at the top of his lungs. I buy this and go on with my tasks.

A little while later, I here the kid say “That’s ugly. I don’t like it.” The kid doesn’t hold back. And children at this age are nothing but honest.” I turn to the mom, to which she tells me, he doesn’t like denim. Ok . . .this kid is def gay. By this point, I really want to follow the kid and his mom around to see what else comes out of his mouth. You know me. I’m always up for meeting a new gay man. However, not one so new to this Earth.

The kid is really demanding. “Take me outside,” “Put that down,” and “I’m ready to leave.” After a few mins. the rain lets up and the mom is getting ready to leave. As she leaves the kid starts screaming “Gaga, Gaga.” Ok, so the kid has a vocabulary and tends to speak in small, but complete sentences. He does babble like a baby. So I am assume that this Gaga rant pertains to the one and only Lady Gaga . . .because, what gay man doesn’t love the Gaga.

As the mother and the Gay Baby exit stage right, I hear one more of the kid’s demands. “Don’t bump my piggies.” Basically don’t run my feet into the door. What 2 year-old says that?

Today was probably one of the best days of my life. It’s really the simple things that make me happy. And apparently I can count Jason Stackhouse and Gay Babies as simple things! If I could have a gay baby, I think I might rethink children altogether . . .lol. I leave you with the gay baby test as seen on scrubs . . .enjoy!

When you think of a comforting scent what do you think of? Sun-dried laundry, fresh-baked goods, a beautiful spring bouquet, summer cured hay? How about acetone and acrylic glue?

When I get stressed out my favorite place to go is the nail salon. The smell of acetone for some reason is comforting. I enjoy my monthly eyebrow wax. Its like 15 mins. of pure bliss. And the massaging pedicure chair . . .I think every home should have one.

I have been putting off getting my brows waxed for like a month. However, today I could no longer take it. I also decided to treat myself to a pedicure as it had been a month and a half since I had one of those. My 15 mins. of bliss turned into an hour! I couldn’t have been happier.

Today wasn’t that stressful to tell the truth. Yet, with graduation fast approaching and trying to pass this last class, I feel stressed out all the time. I sometimes wonder if people confuse the stressful day on a stressful situation, when infact the work done in that day help to knock some of the stress out of the situtation. Some days I come home from work and school absolutely dragging the ground, ready for bed. I feel absolutely weighed down by all the things still left to accomplish. And when I finally accomplish something, its replaced by 5 more items. While I am working 2 jobs and trying to finish a graduate degree, I feel like this shouldn’t be that hard. Like other people have it worse than me. I’m not a single-parent working 2 jobs to keep food on the table. I’m not a brilliant surgeon, performing hours long surgeries to save countless lives. So . . .what am I so stressed about? You tell me . . .what are you stress about? And how does that make you feel?

Really, there was nothing new that inspired me today. It was a typical Sunday. I got up, let the dog out, laid back down, got up and dressed for work, got lunch for me and grandma, ate lunch with grandma, went to job 2, came home, napped, cleaned the cat box, had dinner, and now blogging.

The highlight of my weekend was getting off of work 2 hours early yesterday and today, and watching the Two Fat Ladies. Sometimes, I think my life is totally boring. And this is one of those times. And sometimes I think my life is interesting. So I try to think about the times life was more interesting to get me through the lulls.

Tomorrow, I resolve to continue to work on my ever-growing to do list at work, get my school work accomplished, and take a nap! I’ll let you know how that goes. Let me know if you day or weekend was any better than mine. I love living vicariously through others.

I’m leaving you tonight with a picture that I thought was funny. . . .enjoy!

Yes . . .that is a port-o-potty on a train!