just something to get used to

We arrived to the class about fifteen minutes early as instructed- and the person "in charge" had no idea why we were there.

I almost broke down.

Finally other people showed up, and someone from the program showed up.

PHEW!

2 hours and one free chip clip later, we left with applications in hand.

The will be in the mail by Tuesday.

This weekend we are planting, gardening, dirt hauling, weed picking.... and I am pretty sure I will have enough time for wine drinking. :)

Everyone enjoy the weekend!

just the start

Today we are up'n attm... getting ready to drive to a ymca downtown and have our first meeting of many.

We are pumped.

I can even tell Mic, lovingly nicknamed 72 degrees...is hovering around 80 or so. She is bubbly today!

We get the applications today and my plan is to have them filled out by the end of Monday evening in order to mail in on Tuesday.

Save the moolah.

I don't know if any of you are as crazy about saving money as I am. Clipping coupons is like an addiction to me.... I can't tell you how I L-O-O-O-vvveee finding something for less.

I have added two new sites to my blog roll over there -----> that help me find even more deals.

Check'em, yo.

Fancy Funeral Home Slang:

Flower Room Conference: [flou-er][room, room][kon-fer-uhns, -fruhns]

–noun
1. a meeting for consultation or discussion: a conference between a student and his adviser.

–verb (used without object)
2. to hold or participate in a conference or series of conferences.

-verb-ishy sorta (kinda)
3. a security camera view of the flower room - followed with the phrase "shit is about to hit the
fan"



Example I:


Great. Blonde Ambition and El Snoro are having a Flower Room Conference.... shit is gonna hit the fan.



Example II:

Weekend.

How fun! We hung out in dive bars, saw my niece compete in Mad Hot Ballroom and won 4th place AND an award for a composition she wrote about her experience. Went on a beautiful urban bike ride and spent all day Sunday with my parents. I even took them geocaching... I think my dad really dug it.

I gave my notice.

Now I move on.

This is the right decision.

Amazing the amount of weight that is removed from your shoulders when you release it. I had no idea I was carrying all that around!!!!!

Oh- side note. Mic and I had brunch with two of her way-back friends. Mic thought it was a good idea to tell them about our plans. This couple went through many an attempt at IVF and lost a baby. They chose not to go for any type of adoption. I was nervous to tell them about our plans as I honestly didn't know how they were going to take it. They get really touchy (which is totally natural) when it comes to talk about babes and stuff.

They took it as well as they were able.

*exhale*

at least that is done.

my stomach.

I am freaking out.

How do I tell them that I am leaving?!??!?!?!?!

Blonde Ambition is gonna fall out! OUT I SAY!!!!!!

I am going to tell them Monday morning. What do I write in my letter of resignation?

As I sit here all smiles and my brain is at my new job, I feel so evil. I feel guilty!

My stomach hurts from this guilt. Gah I hate this feeling.

ciw.

dadaduummmmmm..

I am accepting it.

I will put in my two weeks on Monday. (they will not take this well.) I am taking a week off to chill, have lunch with my bff, and regroup.

There is no way around it. This is happening for a reason... I can't question it.

They are prepared for me to leave for maternity leave when project Get-A-Kid happens, they have a plan for me for the next several years. The job will really push me. I am nervous.... but it is either be pushed or sit here and rot...and end up on anti-depressants... like the rest of the full timers.

**great***
Mic just called. We have to re-schedule the foster/adopt meeting for nine days later. I feel like crying.

pros/cons

I had a job offered to me.

I am freaking out because the pros outweigh the cons.... by far.

This is a job that like.. yanno.. adults want.

When did I become an adult?

I will speak with my wiff tonight, because, I think I am supposed to do that riiiigghhtt before I scream running around the house in a blaze of glory because I no longer will have to start my day off crying...everyday... when I have to read the obituaries....or cry when we get a call... or cry when I have to take care of all the families photos, or memorabilia, or uuggghhhhhhhhh. I can't do death anymore. At least not full time.


I will keep you posted.

I will NOT be able to wipe this damn grin off my face, though.

nope.

won't.

do.

it.

that looks... um.. really natural. heh.

Big Boss went in to get a face lift as "no one wants to look at a 65 year old man who LOOKS 65 when they are on tv"

He said this as if he has a big career in Hollywood. .. I didn't want to burst his bubble and remind him that he is, in fact, a funeral director and I don't think I have ever seen him study a script. How many funeral directors look like Mel Gibson? Not many. Trust. Now, when he stands over my right shoulder far closer than anyone should be standing, and eating his cereal at breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner, and he gets bits of milk and cereal on my desk and shoulder.... at least he will look a lot younger and stretched.

Don't make me tell the stories about when he eats apples.

oh fun times.

So, he is taking 4 - 6 weeks off so that when he comes back people wont be able to tell that he had a face lift. Uh yeah. I am sure NO ONE will be able to tell. I wish I had before and afters...

Well, I have 'before' photos, but I am too chicken shit to post them.

Anyways, he is taking off this amazing amount of time... for an elective surgery, and my coworker was allowed three weeks off to have a baby via c-section, and she was only allowed that much time off as she saved her vacation.

gottaloveit.

On woot today they have this:

http://kids.woot.com/

I think it is super cute, and may come in handy, and has anyone ever used something like this? is it going to suffocate the kid? It seems to be a really good price..

give me your opinions, please.

Back to the grind. Blonde Ambition has this horrible habit of "sniffling". You can tell her level of anxiety or stress by the amount of sniffles. Today, I think her sniffles are out numbering her actual breathes. I need a video camera.

ciw.

tonight...

I get to be home alone.

me. a pizza. laundry.

I can't wait.

As much as I love my wiff, I love my friends etc etc etc I will never EVER apologize for wanting to be alone... and quiet.

Have a wonderful weekend :)


ciw.

Best Dam Bike Ride

As little or none of you know, I am riding my bike for MS Research in August.

It is 150 miles.

I may die.

But, either way, I still need "sponsors". This means that if you would like to contribute to the cause, I would invite you to take a peek-see at my website.

$1.00 is better than $0.00. And, even if I die on the way, the money will still go to MS Research.

GIVE GIVE GIVE(no pressure, of course, as I hate pressuring people. *puppydogeyes*)

I thank you and my re-donkulously tight padded vag/butt shorts thank you :)
xo.
ciw.

To the universe-- thanks :)

2 big ol' blessings today!

Mic got word about her official promotion (pay increase and title included).. she simply needs to submit a resume next week. Then, big things happen.

I got word from an old employee.. he is needing some help two times a week... and it happens to fit in perfectly with my schedule.

We have been worried about what will happen financially when Reb's leaves.. .it seems like things are lining up just right.

When things line up just right in my life.. I have a horrible habit of waiting for something to go haywire. I need to realize that I am a good person, and I deserve good things to happen. Yup. I do! So, I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I am excited about what happened today.

We decided it is time to tell the peeps what we are up to. The more prayers headed our way, the better, right?

I am blessed and I am thankful.

nope. not me.

Mic's mom ventured into our newly organized garage.

She looks around.. notices how nice everything looks...

"why do you have a wagon?"

"... and... "

"a rocking chair?"

"is... "

"that a crib?"


She looks at Mic with a sideways grin..

"are you expecting?"

Mic ... pale....

pats her stomach... nope. not me.


She walked out of the garage.