Progress

So I've got this secret plan. A very secret plan. Very few, if any, know the full details of said plan. I will say this: I spent the majority of today working on perhaps the biggest part of the plan.

I feel really good about this. Not only will this be very good for me, but I actually have a goal to strive for. Since Liam was born, I've not had a goal to keep me going. And that's how I roll. I need something to work for. This time it isn't minimum wage.

More will be revealed later. Right now, Liam is screaming about a missing Tuck.

A wee little update

I finally got off my ass (well, no, not really) and got some stuff done. I found a new doctor, and made an appointment. I really was impressed by how soon I could get in. I also felt good about the fact that the office manager (who set up my appt) moved the appointment up because of the foot pain I've been experiencing. I got to talk to the nurse, and am already under orders to elevate said foot and alternate ice/heat.

I also have a job interview next week. Not a great job, but if I get it, I'll at least have some money. Because being held prisoner in the mauseoleum is not so much fun. Money= progress. The secret plan is coming together.

So that's all that's new with me right now. No big shakes, but things aren't looking so dim.

I'm a horrible blogger

I have had every intention of keeping this blog up and going. Life gets in the way sometimes.

There's really no excuse to have a blog site and not use it in six months.

I'm in a pissy mood today, thought I'd share.

Another Interview

I'm no longer even pretending that I think I'm going to find a job. I am spending resources I don't have to job hunt. WTF? When there are a hundred people applying for one position, how could I possibly keep my hopes up?

I feel lower than low when I go into volunteer anymore, because I'm honestly only doing for the contacts anymore. I don't feel like I'm making a difference when all I can think about is whether or not it will lead to a job. I didn't feel like this a year ago... then it was about turning this trainwreck of a country around. Now I feel ensconsced in the quagmire.

Someone just hire me already!

Starting off with a song...

I suppose that starting off, a blog should start with something intensely emotional and deep, so that when I go off on a rant or start to post inane blather, the people who might read such a thing can look back and say, "Well, at least she explained how psycho she can be beforehand." So here goes.

Very few people actually know where the "beautiful peace" thing comes from. It is the title of a song. Points to people (who aren't my sister or Nathan) who can name the band.

Fly away where a new world waits for you
Always look back though
Not to cry, and not to regret
Just to help whose left behind
Help us all to heal and understand
Cause we don't know why you had to leave
I can only guess it was time for you to be free
To ascend to a broader more wonderful life than this
I believe you're in a better place now
A place where only beautiful souls will hold you
Be sure to comfort, and protect your children
They need you now
Stand behind them
Rise within them
And love them