Well it seems it’s time to get off my amazing businass, (okay actually, ON my amazing businass) and post. It’s been a long weekend and I’m not feeling particularly well, so I’ve avoiding posting. Afraid I’d be off, you know? Anyway, I’ve fed the cherubs dinner, had family home evening and turned them loose on the yard, so I guess it’s time to chat with the internet via my little blog, (whose name remains to be determined).
Point of clarification, for those who keep requesting pictures of my businass: once and for all, click on the Corpus Christi post title, it’s me and family on the beach. But really I think you’re getting all excited over nothing. Save your ‘that sucks’ emails, because I warned you.
I’m still pondering cutting my hair off. I thought it would great to do for the summer, but as usual, I’ve hemmed and hawed until, well, the summer is just about over. So the hair issue still rages. I guess it’s fitting, as I haven’t been able to pull the trigger on the blog name either. Will someone just come over, type a title for this blog and cut my hair in a way that it will look nice? (Don’t forget it needs to easy to take care of too, I would tell you all about my busy life here, but to be honest, I’m just lazy and not a very good girly girl) Okay so please? Really it would just make life so much easier and frankly that would be a welcomed change about now.
The job search still reigns supreme here at DRY, Inc. (In case you never caught it or this is your first visit, DRY are the initials of everyone in my family’s last names, yes were a blended family) I’ve now joined in the foray, as things are beginning to get a bit desperate. I guess the first one to land a full time job wins. Wins what? We’re not sure yet. But this is a far cry to the cutting down on jobs that I was desperately trying to do back in the spring. My how things can change in just few short months. Moral of the story? Don’t do drugs. I don’t know why that’s the moral, it just seemed like it needed one and that seemed like as good any. So don’t do drugs, unless there prescribed. Then they are good no matter what Tom Cruise says. Tom Cruise is an idiot by the way. You can tell him I said that.
So to sum up, things are a bit hectic. I’m not feeling well and I’m a competitive control freak who can’t make a decision at the moment. Boy that sounds like a bad combination waiting to go off. Maybe I should schedule sometime with myself. Never mind I can’t afford me.
Tomorrow is a work day, so that post might sound a lot like this one, just about someone else. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a Diet Dr. Pepper and celebrate the fact that I haven’t put a bra on all day.
Signed,
The Time Bomb, tick, tick, tick, tick
posted by Erika at @ 6:17 pm | 8 Comments