I only have seven more lunches left to pack this school year, thanks to five hot lunches. Woo. Twelve more days of school. Hallelujah. Say what you will about me being ready for the girls to go back to school a few weeks into the break, it doesn’t happen. I dread the beginning of school.
I guess I’m just a lazy parent who enjoys not having to get up early every morning.
I sent my resume in to the Detroit Historical Society…crossing fingers that they will respond. I’m having coffee with one of my professors next week for some post-undergraduate guidance…I have to say she has been extremely helpful and honest since the beginning of last semester. Not to mention she is so freaking intelligent and funny. I think I have a crush on her. ;)
Not really, I’m in awe, she’s so cool.
I am wondering why iTunes has Harry Connick Jr listed as “easy listening”, I always thought he was jazz. This is going to really screw up my genre playlists.
I just realized I didn’t record the last episode of “Sherlock” and I will have to wait months and months for it to be on Netflix. Groan.
The Great Gatsby trailer. From what I can see, it captures the emotions of the book far better than the Robert Redford/Mia Farrow version and it will certainly be a million times better than the Mira Sorvino adaptation. Blech.
And a Leonardo DiCaprio and Baz Luhrmann collaboration….yes please.
I’m getting a little bored with this housewife routine. Seriously, how many times can I wipe the kitchen counter? The basement is reorganized, the living room is picked up at all times, the only thing I have left to do is go through the closet in our bedroom.
I was thinking of having a bonfire with all of my scrubs, but with my luck I won’t be able to find a job and have to go back to working in a medical office.
I do want to find a job, but to be honest if we can hold out financially until the end of summer that would be kind of cool…although I really wanted that job in Plymouth.
We were going to go to Harsens Island this weekend, alas the 70% chance of thunderstorms has taken that off the table, so now I have to come up with an alternate plan that I would like to do but would not be excruciatingly boring for everyone else. Everything else I would like to do, they have no interest in doing so…I’m out of ideas. Last year was easier. Jason was out of town and the girls and I did our own thing without anyone complaining…. but this year it’s back to the same crap we do every year, the battle over who gets seen and when…the guilt…all the same BS.
Bristol Palin’s argument against this perceived hypocrisy concludes: “It would’ve been nice if the President would’ve been an actual leader and helped shape their thoughts instead of merely reflecting what many teenagers think after one too many episodes of Glee,” perhaps accidentally referencing a show that spent most of its first season developing a plotline about an unwed teenage mother who expresses herself by dancing to beloved pop standards in ridiculous costumes.
I haven’t received my grades for my other two classes yet, but if I was able to excel in my capstone then I cannot imagine I bombed the other classes. So I guess I have graduated from college..woo. It only took 14 years.
Now it’s time to embark onto something new. No more excuses. Guess it’s time to start dressing like a grown up… no more jobs that only require scrubs, should probably broaden my wardrobe to include more than black shirts, jeans, and hoodies. I have a job interview Tuesday and I need to go through my closet and see what I can still squeeze myself into.
I need to bring writing samples with me, that shouldn’t be too difficult, but I doubt they want to read a 22 page paper on a French nun. I’m supposed to bring any fliers I have made as well…do you think the ones I made as Isabel’s room parent count? ;)
We watched Meek’s Cutoff last night. Hmmm…
Not quite sure what it was supposed to be about.
My tattoo is itchy and it’s driving me to distraction.
I should get off my duff and make some eggs and get started on the laundry. Ugh, I can’t believe it’s already Sunday.
Say what you will about me being ready for the girls to go back to school a few weeks into the break, it doesn’t happen. I dread the beginning of school.
Not quite sure what it was supposed to be about.