I GOT A JOB!!!

I GOT A JOB!!!

Today started out a crappy day. I woke up with a headache, AGAIN. Earl was nice omic relief as always. He's decided the couch is his bed, along with my bed being his bed, lol. I don't do well when it's hot outside. I prefer Fall, not summer weather. I like a calm slightly sunny day, no humidity, slight wind, when summer comes around. I like thunderstorms, lol. I'm probably a typical redhead.

Anyways, the places I applied at today, most not so promising. There's a part-time job at a clothing store that might be. When I got home, I called a couple of the places that I've applied at in the past few weeks. One couldn't give me a clear answer for a few days. One told me they were loking for someone longterm, not someone to work for a couple of weeks, aka summer job. And here's the thing. Yes, I am looking for a summer job, but also possibly one that I could work weekends at when I go back to school, or can transfer to a location closer to school when the semester starts up in mid-August. So, naturally, I was pretty bummed, with every place giving me either the runaround, or just saying no. So when I got a call from Gymboree, a children's clothing store, I had no expectations. And... I GOT THE JOB!!!

The manager that interviewed me last week said its an average of 8-15 hours a week. she said it would be a couple hours during the week, but more hours available on the weekend. Plus, it works well with having a 2nd job. I think I'm getting paid $7.50 an hour, which I'm happy with (I was only hoping for 7.30, the states's minimum wage). I'll find out what day I start working (the week of June 6) by 5pm next Wednesday because of the holiday is making the store crazy busy this week. I'm still looking for a 2nd job, so I'll be hitting the trail again tomorrow.

Onto baby news...


J took Maddie in for a checkup earlier this week. Her hips are still clicking, but they do NOT need to be put into a cast at this point since she's grown. In terms to H and the unborn Liam, her due date was yesterday. No baby yet, according to both the dad and the baby's facebook pages (since H unfriended me awhile back, I can't see what she's putting on her page, so who knows. The funny thing about this, is that When H was born, she was born a month early. I have a feeling that within the next week, by next Tuesday, she's going to be induced, and baby Liam will be here. When Mom and Dad go down to see them, I'll still stay up here. One, because someone has to stay and take care of Earl. Two, because H and I just recently threw up the peace flags, so I'm giving her some space. She gets 45 day maternity leave, so her, Pa and the baby will probably come u to meet everybody, since most can't come down to their base. If they don't come up, then I'll see him when he comes up here in August when they get deployed.

Well, I gotta get some rest. Going to get up and hit the trail in the morning. Hopefully, I'll have news soon on the Liam front, along with the possible 2nd job front.

--On a side note.. I was taking care of my neice last week, because J had to get taken to the ER (They were putting new carpet into her apartment building in the halls, no warning beforehand though she told them about her allergy to the glue used in carpeting). I can now say, I have a new appreciation for all those single parents out there, especially my Aunt. Granted her kids are now in their 20's and are settling down, plus were in late childhood when she got a divorce, but still. It is NOT EASY. The one comforting note was that Maddie apparently likes my chest, lol! yes, i have one, and if it keeps her from crying, and helps her fall asleep, then I thank genetics, lol. I also watched RHONJ the other night, the episode where Theresa has her baby. It put me straddling the baby/no baby debate (much later i life, once i graduate, and hopefully am married). They showed her getting an epidural. Now to recap what that is, its when you get a needle in your spine, creating an iv line, that deliver pain meds to you, canceling out the pain from contractions. Now, I don't like needles. I hate getting shots. Now, this is kinda hypocritical/ironic since I dealt with getting a tattoo and plan on getting another one in the future. They show how big the needle is.. Ya, not doing that! THey will have to asemble it out of my view, out of hearing, and keep me distracted while they put it in. Possibly have someone punch me out or something, lol just kidding. But ya, That needle is intimidating!

Well, now it is good night. I'll see you on the flipside :)

Late night Ramblings

The reason I'm writing this so late is because I'm babysitting, literally. I'm watching my neice Maddie, waiting for her mom (my sister J) to return from the ER with my mom. You see, in J's apartment building, they've started putting down new carpet in the hallways. J's always gotten migraines before in this type of situation. However this time, she started having breathing problems. So she called her husband Ph who was at work to come take her to the ER, and Dad to send me over to watch Maddie. Maddie's been off and on good since they left. She fights sleep, so when she's tired, she screams. She's finally tired herself out on her parent's bed, but the last time she fell asleep tonight and I moved her to her bassinet, she woke up and started crying again. So I'm just waiting for the call saying they're on the way home, and then here (J forgot her keys, so I have to stay up not only to watch the babykins, but to let them in.)

So, countdown til Baby Liam (H's son) is born has begun. I realized during my job interview at Gymboree today that May 25th is only now 5 days away, so she could pop anytime! Then, Maddie's going to have competition for cutest baby alive, lol.

The job hunting is going good. I've had afew interviews. I'll have to cover them next week (hopefully by then I'll have more answers) because the munchkin is starting to rub her face in her sleep, whch has been waking her up tonight. Laters :)

Hi! My name is Earl :)

So, yesterday, my momand I are getting ready to go out, (her to work, me job interview) dad calls us. He says Earl has been medically cleared, and we can bring him home that day! So I stopped by Petsmart on the way home to pick up a couple of toys and treats.

He's so cute! He's a yellow lab, around 3 years old. We think he may have a bit of great dane in him, but he's adorable (you think Ugly Dachsund (sp?), lots of energy, lethal tail. He's on the skinny side right now. From what the shelter told dad, when he was brought in around Apr25, he was 62 lbs, and as of when we got him on Monday, he's up to 84 lbs. You can count his ribs now, so it's scary to think about what he may have looked like/the condition he was in when he first came to the shelter. WE spent over 2 hours outside monday night, while dad put his cage together (he got the largest they had at the store- as i call it, its like the queen sized bed for dogs, lol), then went over to J's to spend the night (she had a scare in the car with Maddie.she's okay. she just spit up a little, and more wanted to come up, but since in a car seat babies are leaning back, it made it a bad situation. she's okay, promise.) Spent the day with her, Ph and Maddie, who was pretty much all smiles with me when she was awake. Could it have been all the faces at hr? yes, probably, lol.

Being around Maddie, it makes me think about (waaaay later on down the road) having kids. I would wait atleast 5 more years though, when I'm out of college, and (hopefully) married. The thing that scares me is when kids hit prepubescent/teenage years. I remember my teens (seeing as they were not that long ago, lol) and I was a hormonal mess, lol. I don't know if I would be able to do what my mom did. She is such a strong woman to have had 3 kids within a 5 year timespan (J, the oldest is 5 years older than me and H is 3 years older than me). I love kids, especially babies. My sister J and my mom are always telling "it's different when it's your kid" and maybe that's true, but I'm still wary, which truthfully I think is smart on my part.

Well, I should go. Mom's getting home soon from work, and Earl's going to probably need to go out one last time before being crated for the night. Below is a picture. THis is my first attempt at posting pictures, so please feel free to leave comments, and if it doesn't show up, please let me know.

Laters :)

A little awkwardness never hurt anyone, right?

So, I've been jobhunting lot this past week or so. I've already had an interview with one place, and have two other job interviews st up for the next week. Hopefully I get one of them. Friday night, I spent over at J's with her, nana and Maddie, becauseJ wasn't feeling well. It was fun just lounging around, watching kim possible movies with them. The thunderstorm- or should I say wimpy storm- that went through was rather disappointing. Yesterday...ya, for the most part was great. Woke up to J holding Maddie on my arm, then was greeted with Maddie smiling at me (yes, I know that baby has me wrapped). Left there for a short bit, brought my friend B over to see Maddie for the first time. After hanging out there, B and I went out for food, then I dropped her off at her place because she had to go to her grandma's house that evening.

I went out to K's grad party. It was fun... I hung out with practiucally everybody there.. except my ex that showed up. Apparently K's boyfriend and another friend of ours ran into him at his work, and invited him. Thankfully, they warned me.  I was fine, nervouse, but fine. You see, this was the first time seeing him in over a year, since the breakup and dropping off the trash- sorry, "gifts"- he had given me while were dating (I didn't want the constant reminder of him everywhere I went. I think everyone is nervous the first time they see their ex out in a public after breaking up. Thankfully he didn't bring C, his girlfriend (he had dated her before the last time we dated, and is not dating her again, also living with her and her family) because that would've pushed it. I played nice to a degree- meaning, I stayed away from him,so not to be tempted to be violent. Which I wasn't really tempted to do that.. til the end of the night.

You see, Patty (K's mom) was saying what all the sleeping arrangements were, and was listing them off to him in the kitchen (I was in the living room, and those of us in there were kinda listening). He almost stayed! That would've been my limit. When there was that possibility for  aminute or so, in my head and in the texts I sent to my friend El, "I don't care that I've had a little to drink, I'm not sleeping in the same room to him!" I was all for driving home if he ended up stayin the night, because we would've mostlikely ended up sleeping in the same room, and that would be past my tolerance limit. Luckily, he walked back to C's place, not spending the night. And yes, I do have a small amount of residual anger, but not nearly as much as I used to. Was I nervous to be around him, yes, because I didn't know what was going to go down. But did I have feelings for him, as in did I want him back? NO, absolutely not. I fully realized that last night, I was almsot completely sure, but solidified that belief when I saw him, and had no urge to break his neck/balls whatsoever.

After he left, a friend of K's came over, one of her magic card-playing friends. Let me tell you, he was cute. He had a slight swimmers build, cute butt, nice on the eyes, funny. I don't know if I would ever date him, but he was atleast nice to look at. There seemed to be easy banter between me and him the few times we spoke/sparred when we were all getting ready to call it a night. James (the mutual friend of K and I that was with her bf & ran into my ex) slept on the chair in K's room, everybody else left at the party (minus her mom, stepdad and baby cousin) were downstairs. There was some jokes about who Andrew (the cute guy) would wake up spooning with, because he didn't have a blanket for a lil bit until K brought a ouple down. She ended up going back down and taking one back for me so we wouldn't have to battle over her blanket. K and I ended up "sharing" her bed. Her boyfriend didn't stay (his mom's rule). I say the "sharing" part lightly, because it was a twin bed, and I had enough to barely cover laying on my side. I woldn't have been the least surprised to have woken up on the floor.

We all woke up early this morning. Most of them were going to sunday school then church service, one was going to work. Me? I woke up, got my shoes and purse, and went home to get some actual sleep (kept waking up to find K sprawled over more of the bed.) My dad thought I was hungover. Truely, I wasn't. I'm not a morning person to begin with, and I don't like sunlight, hense why I'm a pale ginger. But combine the two with slep deprivation? You have what can pass as a hangover I guess.

When I finally came downstairs a couple hours after waking back up, Dad was nowhere to be found. His bedroom light was on, but his car wasn't in the driveway. I think he may be visiting Earl (the dog we're getting as early as tomorrow if he's medically cleared by then) but who knows, he may be at a "nerd Herd" model meeting (modeling kits, like toy airplanes, cars, etc.)

Well, I'lll post again next week, giving progress on the job search, and Earl, and the other parts of my life. Catch you on the flipside :)