Eight Years of Luvin'
Sooooo...things are actually going a bit better in Southern Comforted Land. I am inactively pursuing a new job, meaning I am keeping this one while I try to decide what to pursue next. I am giving serious thought to doing one of the quick and dirty teacher credentialing things that I have seen around, and taking a job in Oakland where teachers are needed incredibly, incredibly bad. Perhaps it is bad, but I really want to have a job where I am giving something back...and making more money than I currently make ain't half bad either.
Speaking of spending too much money on things that one shouldn't really spend that much money on...everyone in the world needs to go out and buy Kiehl's products. On my shopping day last Saturday, I bought a bunch of the facial skin stuff, in that whole "Who the fuck cares? It's just money!" spirit. Now, mind you, I don't think I have ever used something on my face that couldn't be purchased at your friendly neighborhood Target. But this stuff is seriously worth the extra dough. My skin looks AMAZING. I have even had comments on it, which is still kind of weird if you think about it, and I have only used the stuff for 3 days. Seriously.
Today is mine and Matt's eight year anniversary (obviously not of marriage, but of the day when he first asked me out), which is kind of unnerving, but exciting none the less. Given that we now have a bigger, better wedding anniversary, we are not doing anything much--I am just fixing tenderloin steaks with gorgonzola for dinner, and donning some new lingerie I also bought when I was out and about last Saturday. Sadly, Matt is taking a difficult theory class on Thursday's, so most of his night will have to be spent preparing for that. 'Tis ok, however. Project Runway will be coming on, and honey, there ain't nothin' better than a night of steak, lovin', and watching people with severe emotional problems craft clothing for a pregnant German woman.
I had the intense joy of talking to Katie the other day, as she heard "Welcome to the Jungle" on the radio, and had to give me a call. It's times like these that make me realize how much I miss VA and working with people under the age of 40. Ho hum. It was great talking to her, however, and kept me from doing dishes for over 30 minutes!
By the way, if anyone reading this needs a job, email me, and I'll set you up with a full-time dish washing job. I hate doing dishes, and if you'll do it for $2 an hour, you're hired.
Have a good un, my blueberry dumplings!
Speaking of spending too much money on things that one shouldn't really spend that much money on...everyone in the world needs to go out and buy Kiehl's products. On my shopping day last Saturday, I bought a bunch of the facial skin stuff, in that whole "Who the fuck cares? It's just money!" spirit. Now, mind you, I don't think I have ever used something on my face that couldn't be purchased at your friendly neighborhood Target. But this stuff is seriously worth the extra dough. My skin looks AMAZING. I have even had comments on it, which is still kind of weird if you think about it, and I have only used the stuff for 3 days. Seriously.
Today is mine and Matt's eight year anniversary (obviously not of marriage, but of the day when he first asked me out), which is kind of unnerving, but exciting none the less. Given that we now have a bigger, better wedding anniversary, we are not doing anything much--I am just fixing tenderloin steaks with gorgonzola for dinner, and donning some new lingerie I also bought when I was out and about last Saturday. Sadly, Matt is taking a difficult theory class on Thursday's, so most of his night will have to be spent preparing for that. 'Tis ok, however. Project Runway will be coming on, and honey, there ain't nothin' better than a night of steak, lovin', and watching people with severe emotional problems craft clothing for a pregnant German woman.
I had the intense joy of talking to Katie the other day, as she heard "Welcome to the Jungle" on the radio, and had to give me a call. It's times like these that make me realize how much I miss VA and working with people under the age of 40. Ho hum. It was great talking to her, however, and kept me from doing dishes for over 30 minutes!
By the way, if anyone reading this needs a job, email me, and I'll set you up with a full-time dish washing job. I hate doing dishes, and if you'll do it for $2 an hour, you're hired.
Have a good un, my blueberry dumplings!
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