Monday, July 12, 2010


Well, the man and his son came down to where the girls and I are last week. For them, it was a vacation (meaning they had to travel to get here!) - for us, a Stay-Cation.

OK - so although it is obvisouly cheaper to have a vacation in your own hometown (I don't know how this works in a small town - but where we are is pretty big) it still ended up costing some $$ bills ya'll!!!

I think the average was $150 a day for the 5 of us. Which I guess really isn't that bad - and it did include food, beverages and some touristy souveniors for the kids.

$150 x 5 days = $750

Holy Cripes!!!!!!!!!!

But, we had a lot of fun and did things that the kids will remember FOREVER. Like PLAYING with baby ALLIGATORS. Literally picking them up out of their baby pool and holding them. Yep. That was fun. Those baby alligators felt like really terrific purses. :)

But, the man and boy had to leave, which involved a lot of crying on my part. LOTS. Enough for me to consider packing up the car and going to where they are.

I mean, it isn't like I have a job yet. I am still waiting..... I can wait anywhere, right?

And, I miss them. I miss him. I am really sad without him.

I was sad before, but them coming here for a week made it worse. So now, I am thinking about spending another couple hundred in gas and an overnight hotel to go to where they are.

Even if the man will be at work ALL DAY.

Even if realistically I will see him for about 3 hours a day, IF I am lucky.


Saturday, July 3, 2010

Happy Happy Birthday America!!!!!

In honor of this wonderous birth, the girls and I went to a friend's house for the customary bar b que. (Yes, it is a day early, but it is what it is)

I have kept in touch with the friend throughout many many years. Since like, the 6th grade.

She has kept in touch with many many people from high school. Because, well, she never moved away.

I never kept in touch with hardly anyone from high school. And a whole bunch of them were going to be at this bar b que.

Funny how time changes people. People who I never got to know really well (because of our different social status' - and trust me, my status was not the lowest, but certainly lower than many of these people) are actually NICE now! Who would have thought!?! I mean, maybe they were nice back then.... ha.

Then there were the people I didn't like back then. Some of them have improved, some of them I still don't like, but I think that is just personality differences.

It was nice to get to know these people a little bit. Even if I went to school with them, I never really knew THEM. It was nice to see them with their husbands and wives and kids - to see the human side of them and not the vision I see of a bunch of High School kids high on ego trips.

It was a nice day. But I will say, even if they were the most popular and all that jazz, I am skinner than all of them!!!! HAHA!!!!!!!!

Friday, July 2, 2010

YOU SUCK letters, well, SUCK

I have decided that I am slowly going insane. (Or, maybe I am just slowly realizing that I AM insane. Either way)

And I think it is because I still do not have a job.

Oh, I know it isn't as easy as, "Hey! I graduated college and now I am living here! Hire me!" (Although I really really really do think that it should be!)

But really - I shouldn't get the nice version of "YOU SUCK" letters at this rate. Really. I shouldn't.

Like, really, Dollar General SHOULD NOT have sent me a nice version of "YOU SUCK AND WE AREN'T GOING TO HIRE YOU" letter. They should have sent me a "OMG! YOU ARE THE ANSWER TO OUR PRAYERS" letter, because really, I AM.

So, for every "YOU SUCK" letter I am receiving, I have decided that it is more like a break-up letter. A break-up from a relationship I never had, but still. So I can tell myself things like:

Its their loss
They don't know what they are throwing away
I am too good for them anyway
I didn't like how they (insert whatever here)
They get all their crap from China anyway!

or whatever else fits the bill.

One day I will find the one (job) for me. Until then, I am stuck trying to find SOMEONE to go out with me on Friday nights. Without looking TOO desperate.

Because LOOKING desperate might actually be worse than BEING desperate.

And I am getting desperate.