back in the swing of things?

After being out of work for four months getting back into a work day routine has been a little interesting this week. I'm working different hours than I'm used to and spending more time on my feet and walking than my last job. I like it but adjusting to changes is always difficult. Invested in a new pair of Vans and ended up doing surgery on the tongues. They had like 3/4 thick foam in the tongue, man, I couldn't get my feet by it without practically taking the laces out. By the time I got them off last night the tops of my feet hurt. I made an incision about a half inch from the perimeter on the underside and extracted the foam. I should have just sliced it to half as thick and put it back but I had it kind of demolished before I thought of that. What the heck they're more comfortable now.

what now

I started a new job yesterday. I feel a little unbalanced with the change in routine. It's always a little unsettling learning a new job and all the new personalities involved. Four months is a long time to be searching for work, although I know a lot of people who have been looking a lot longer. I'm not sure how it's all going to work out with the change in "living standard" but it will, it always does.

Talent Show

I went to a talent show at the local high school last night since I know a few of the kids taking part. For the most part it was fabulous but I am turning into a cranky old lady and the lack of respect and common courtesy around me gets to me sometimes. I was brought up to never interrupt a performance. If it was necessary to get up before intermission you at least waited for the end of a song or break in the action. People were talking and walking in and out throughout the evening. The kids were acting and singing their hearts out and they deserved better. Then the MC's used flags as part of their "routine". They did a great job only one exception....the flags. I guess the way to treat a flag isn't taught in school anymore so it's probably understandable but never does the flag touch the ground or floor. It wouldn't bother me so much but I still remember taking the flag down at night and no matter how windy it was gathering it up so none of it fell out of my arms onto the ground. People are dying for the country that flag represents, show it and them some respect please.

Yard Sale

My sofa and several other surfaces have disappeared. All this "stuff" (to put it nicely) is going out for a yard sale this weekend. It should be interesting since I only have one medium sized borrowed table to put it all out on. Anything that doesn't get sold is going to the thrift store down the road. Once it's out I am not going to haul it back in. Funniest part is I wasn't sure I had enough to bother with....ah, wrong, so very wrong. How do we end up with so much stuff we don't need.

slip ups

Last time I got groceries I bought butter pecan because mom and I both love it and it had been forever since I had any. That should have rung a bell in my head but sometimes the fog is a little think up there. I had just opened it before mom left so I offered Julian and his friend Nicholas some dessert last night. As soon as I said it I knew I was in trouble because the Ice Cream was all I had and Julian hates nuts, turns out Nick wasn't real fond of them either. They said "can't you just give us the ice cream that doesn't have any in it". With some kinds I've bought that wouldn't have been a big deal but as I was trying to pick out all the pecans I found out that this was the "good kind" with tons of nuts, big and small. I'm thinking "this is just crazy, mom would have told them to eat it the way it is or don't eat it, no problem". Just to make sure my oversight wasn't an isolated case, this morning in church I hit the wrong button on the computer and messed up the slides and messed it more trying to correct it, right in the middle of a song. Good thing it's dark in there so if anyone was going to throw anything they'd need night vision goggles. I don't really aspire to perfection but I sure would like not to be such a screw up sometimes.

Stewart Little

My grandson and his friend have been keeping me from missing my mom tonight. She left this morning. I am however missing my sanity, it left somewhere between the horde of kids at the pool and the manic hide and seek session here in every room of the house. They were convinced that it was time to settle down and watch a movie. They are actually sitting still and being quiet thanks to Stewart Little.

Another see you later

Mom flies home Saturday. I know I get on her nerves and vice versa sometimes but overall I do enjoy having her here. Doing things with her and the little extra time it takes to do two people's laundry, dishes etc. has kept me from being too much at loose ends. When she goes the fact I have no job to go to daily will come crashing down. I will spend more time volunteering than I have been and concentrate more heavily on applications and interviews. I hope that I have gotten her out and about more than she would have done on her own. I know I've done things I wouldn't have done without someone to do them with. Still trying very hard to find the path I'm meant to take. Sometimes I think God expects me to follow his lead when we're dancing but I don't dance very well. It would be easier for me if he'd just give me a real good shove in the right direction, something so very obvious even I can't mistake it.

Odd jobs

First it was fill in babysitter, then tree transplanter, now it's painter. What some people won't do for a buck. I really hate painting but it is something I know how to do and friends of mine need the inside of the house they are moving into painted before they move in. My body needs the workout and my brain could use one too. I took a typing test the other day and after the computer glitched on the first one I bombed the second one. I will have to go back to "Career Central" eventually and do it again if for no other reason to prove to them that I wasn't lying when I said I could type twice as fast as the test showed.