I began 2012 feeling out of sorts. We came home from a party in the dark. Left the house for dinner the next day, in the dark. Mostly about why my left ring finger was still naked. Seriously, though. I felt bad that we slept through January 1st. As I sat backwards on the bus on the way the second party of the year, I vowed not to waste another day. By the end of that week, I’d written a…
Yesterday marked 6 months until the wedding. Sarge and I celebrated by opening some sparkly from the engagement party and watching a double-bill of The Usual Suspects and Mixed Nuts. Guess which one was my choice. And. We were also toasting the the fact that I quit my job on Friday. Although I prefer the term ‘left voluntarily’. See, the giant stresshead I mentioned in my last post kinda exploded. The first flowery boot dropped on Thursday night at a…
I don’t have a day-job at the moment. Every Monday, I have to go to down to the Jobcentre and report on what I’ve done to ‘look for work’. Last week, my ‘activity’ equaled 36 hours. This week’s projection is also 36. That’s a full-time job. For me, this involves drinking coffee while clicking through more than 6 job-sites, looking for the magic words, ‘please send CV and cover letter to’: someone who is probably younger than me at Shehasajobandyoudon’tdotcom.…
In an effort to get a little closer to the dream described in this post, I’m going back to school. Well, I’m not actually going anywhere. The course is online. But I will be reading, studying, using highlighters, making notes, writing essays, drinking coffee and possibly pulling my hair out like any other student. The difference is, I can do it all in my pajamas. I will carry this through to certification, but it remains to be seen whether or…
I pride myself on the fact that I’m not really a Bridezilla. I’ve been quite laid-back about this whole wedding thing, and actually more into the whole being married thing. Bring that on. A few months ago, I did have a blip about envelopes, of all things. And then I got over myself. Other than matching paper goods, the only stipulation I’ve made is that the bridesmaids’ outfits don’t go all the way to lavender on the purple spectrum. And…
