Death, Taxes And The Ocean

I have been away with my Mom for a long weekend trip to my beloved New Jersey shore for an Indian Summer Weekend festival. The weather was gorgeous! It was our last overnight trip to the beach for the year so today's goodbyes were a little difficult.

I stood at the boardwalk railing today and asked myself and the ocean too where in the world I'll be working the next time I return? The ocean had no answer but it promised to be there next year no matter where I'm working and the year after that and the year after that . . .

Not much you can count on these days but I'm gonna count on this.

A Resume A Day Keeps The Doctor Away

My cold is better today and I am trying to make up for lost time. Doing wash, catching up on house chores, all the things I missed the last few days while laying in bed sleeping or blowing my nose.

When you're feeling that poorly, you really don't even think. It's all about getting lots of fluids and rest, just like Mom always said.

But today, as I'm up and about, the worries are back with my better health. Unfortunately, fluids and rest can't help with this affliction. There is no pill, no homeopathic remedy. No starving either (as in feed a cold, starve a fever, or is the other way around?). I'm beginning to think it's an incurable condition.

When did feeling better turn into feeling worse?

Is There A Limit On This Pallet Of Tissues Coupon?

Over the weekend we bought a Costco-load of tissues and we were hysterical laughing when I put them in our bathroom closet.

After last night's all night Olympic Nose Blowing Events, which, by the way, I won the Gold Medal in all three categories of quantity, quality and distance (don't ask), I believe Costco AND the tissues have the last laugh.

Dear Husband, You Might Want To Fumigate The Mouse

My day consisted of the following:

Achoo
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Drink
Try To Swallow
Pee
Job Search


There are no PTO or sick days when your job is job searching.

The Second Time Around

Having a rough day Friends. I am battling the beginnings of a cold and it's cold and rainy here today . . . again. I also am having computer troubles PLUS our beloved printer isn't working and we cannot do anything to breathe life back into it. The good news is I'm feeling so yucky with this encroaching cold that I'm not as concerned about the printer as I was yesterday.

Moving to the dark side, I had a second interview today for a job. I will simply say that if you were to ask me how a job interview went, 99.9% of the time I think they went great. Today was that .1%. I had met with someone a week ago and I knew I would be meeting with her again today as well as the Director of the organization. However, when I went into the conference room there three other people sitting there. OK then. Hello.

The questions they asked made me feel like that had doubts about me in the role. Which is fine, I get that's why it's called an interview, but why bring me back if you've got trepidation? It was not easy to get there -- I had to find the right outfit (changed twice), put on dress shoes (which I accidentally covered in powder while I was getting dressed and yes they were black fabric shoes), I had to primp in the car before going in (I ripped an earring out of my ear when it got caught in my hair brush) and I had to put my best foot forward (on a good day, that's my left foot).

It took me an hour to get ready, a half hour to prep questions and prepare, a half hour to drive there and a half hour to drive back. I was in with them for less than 20 minutes.

I don't know what to think. This was handled through a recruiter who I can't get in touch with. Did I mention I don't feel good? And oh yeah, in the three weeks since I quit working my feet forgot how to wear dress shoes and I've got a blister. On my worst foot so I guess that's something . . .

Do You Take This Man . . . To Costco

Today is my wedding anniversary. I've been married for 18 years, having married at the same age as Laura Ingalls.

My husband and I were at Starbuck's this morning, sitting at a table making a list for Costco and planning our dinners for the week so we could do our normal grocery shopping after Costco. A couple came and sat at the table next to us and the woman said to the man, "You read the name, I'll find the index card and you tell me if they ordered chicken or beef."

I looked up at my husband who looked at me and mouthed 'wedding'. I replied quietly, "It's the circle of life", referring to it being our anniversary and this couple planning their wedding.

I have no idea how old these two were; obviously if I think I got married at the same age as Laura Ingalls I have an Age Determination Disorder (the new ADD), but I thought this:

They don't have a clue. Little do they know they'll be talking about chicken and beef and 'what should we have for dinner?' for the next 60 years. They have no idea how hard it is. They don't realize that 'in sickness and in health' really means that. And 'for richer or for poorer'. I believe that should be changed OR amended to include 'in employment or in unemployment'. I wanted to tell them that when they're standing at the altar in front of their family and friends that 'Till death do us part' (aka forever) is gonna seem like maybe 5 years when in reality, it's a long, long, long time.

This is what was going on in my head. My husband of 18 years, well, I haven't a clue what he was thinking. My guess is he was wondering how many giant Costco bags of nachos will fit in our cart. After all, it's football season.

Yep, FOREVER is a long-ass time.

Yes I Did Judge A Book By Its Cover

I haven't even opened it yet but it had me at the title.