Thank you to those who have given me some encouragment on my upcoming unemployment adventure. I am not making any rash decisions just quite yet. We have two and half years, and I thought I would try to spice up my resume a bit and add some "eye" catching talents to it. So I may take up pole dancing or fire walking or trick water skiing. With my piss poor back, my portfolio my be a little weak, but coupled with my other accomplishments (pushing three babies out of my va-gee-gee, my killer roast beef recipe, and keen ability to rip one and blame it on the co-worker next to me by only using hand gestures and head pointing) I am pretty sure I'll be able to land another job with no problem. If not, you look me up in the "Red District". I'll be the one in the window covered fron head to toe, offering roast beef and quick spin on the pole only.
Not saying that there hasn't been any stress on this side...I mean, hey. Our house hasn't sold in Lockwood so we are doubling up our mortgages, one of our rentals is still being rebuilt from a fire last year, and I am out of a J.O.B. And this is why God made wine. And Vodka.
I also need to shop around for some new tires for my vehicle. I used to LOVE my Denali XL. Until I had to start driving it 50 miles a day at a whopping 14.4 mpg. I get to see Deb, the Exxon tenant, at least once a week. I get to hand her a $100 bill each time. I am beginning to hate seeing Deb.
Ok now, everyone needs to KEEP.THIS.TO.YOURSELF. But I actually started running picking up my foot right before the other touches the ground. I need to do this. I swear I found Cole's skittles from last week in one of my stomach pouches. I must have fell asleep on the couch and it got LODGED. And I am trying to wear tighter pants, just so they lift my butt cheeks up. I am taking it slow because I don't want to mess my back up more, but hey. That's why I have an orthopedic surgeon on call. Doesn't everyone?
