I am just sitting here and don’t have to be anywhere for an hour. What a rarity! Of course, I should be doing laundry, fixing the dishwasher (the top rack is not getting clean) and scrubbing down a bathroom. Instead I am going to tell you tales of excitement and adventure.<\/p>\n
Or just gripe about life. Whichever. <\/p>\n
Weird thing: I’m driving a rental van, which I hate. I am totally spoiled by my suburban mom van (seat warmer, lumbar support, automatic doors, nice sun shades) and am sick of this boxy, clunky Nissan. Life goes on.<\/p>\n
My neighbor, whom I’ve never spoken with, ran over and asked me if I had a new car. I explained it was a rental. She went back home. Neighborly social interaction over.<\/p>\n
Then yesterday she runs over to me and tells me that I jinxed her with my talk of a rental car because her son was in an accident. She goes on and on and ON about this accident, not letting me leave. I finally had to walk away because I was running late. She said that it was my fault for jinxing them at least five times. What the hell? Did she think I should apologize? Offer to pay for it? What? I don’t believe in jinxing. Ugh. It’s not my fault some unlicensed driver t-boned her car.<\/p>\n
Good thing: Take a box of vanilla cake mix, add a cup of water and a cup of pumpkin puree along with a tablespoon of pumpkin pie spice. Bake about 20 minutes and you have yumilicious, low points cupcakes. I could eat the whole tray. But then that wouldn’t be so low points. <\/p>\n
Now that I’m past the first few weeks of dropping weight, the diet is not working as well and I’m getting bored. I have to keep telling myself that a drop is a drop, even if it is a tiny drop. Tiny drops will add up over the long term.<\/p>\n
Bad Thing: I had a terrible nightmare this morning. It shook me up, big time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a couple of hours after getting up. The sad thing? It wasn’t about monsters or blood or death. I was transported back to my childhood, in my bed, listening to my mom and dad scream and fight. They were always brutal. I was always terrified. I got very little sleep in my younger years. <\/p>\n
I am so glad my children don’t have to live in that type of a household. I am so glad I<\/i> don’t have to live that kind of life. <\/p>\n
Future Thing: Ellen gave me a great idea about jobs–a college that has 10 month employees. There are a ton of universities around here so I did some looking. I am not applying to anything right now, but after looking at job postings I am thinking I may have a shot at something on a college campus in a few years. I’ll need to take a course in Microsoft Office. Most colleges around here have reciprocal tuition for in-state schools. That would be an amazing perk when the kids are old enough to attend. Obviously this is far, far in the future and a big fantasy. It does give me some food for thought, though. <\/p>\n
I hate that I feel like I am wasting my brain. I am smart! I could do something smart! But. . . do I really want to work 60 hours a week? I need to maintain my home. I need something that brings in some cash flow, but I’m not passionate enough about anything to work my fingers to the bone. I could be a doctor! A lawyer! A famous author! But. . . yeah. . .that would require focus and dedication and sacrifice. Not going to happen.<\/p>\n
Maybe one day I will find my passion.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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