A new house! YEY!!!! We’ve put a contract down on a new house with 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a wonderful Florida room and (squeee!) a built in pool. Okay, yes, it’s much too far from my most adored goddaughter and her family but what can I say? You gotta go where you gotta go. After all, a house like this in Fairfax? a. wouldn’t exist and b. if it did, it would be at least $550,000 or more. Therefore, Stevensville, MD. (Be sure to get you a SmartPass if you come to visit often since it’s just over the Bay Bridge. Yes, yes yes and yes. Traffic will be a bitch in the summer. I apologize in advance.)
Awesome caveat to said house being so far away: I. get. to. quit. my. (hellish) job. YEY to infinity! I think I am going to take the summer off and look for something totally different and not in the financial field in the fall. After all, I gets da float, yo. As much as I dig this (oh, and I do. Make no mistake), it was actually a hard thing for me to do. I have never “not” worked since I was 16 (and with that sentence, my career as an instructor of English just ended as well). I am used to having my own money and doing what I want with it (after paying the bills). Fortunately, Duty makes enough to carry us for a while and that gives me an opportunity to relax a bit and look around for something I really want to do while I am learning Reiki and stuff. But making the decision to fully depend on another for even a small period of time? Hard. Very hard. And scary too. More on this in another post.
As mentioned, too far away from my babygirl and Cousin ‘O love. And Maria and my Dunkin Donuts. And Starbucks and Borders. And civilization. And Bay Bridge traffic in the summer. And no metaphysical places nearby (well, Annapolis but that’s a trip over the BB and back)
Otherwise, not so bad.
OH MY GOD. The scale! She is so not my friend!! A customer kindly sent me a fucking 2 lb box of chocolates and while that was a kind thing, I can attribute at least 3 lbs to it alone. Good Lord have mercy. (Christ have mercy) This is hideous. I ate like a pig on vacation (well, *I* was on vacation, not the pig), been eating that damn candy ’til I can’t anymore (and I swear on MidjullBice’s head that I offered it around to everyone at work and forced at least 2-3 pieces on each person and there was still too much left for me to snarf when I was bored) and yesterday, sat on my ass for almost 12 hours straight only getting up to pee. Aieeeeeeeeee! This must stop NOW. (calling all weight loss angels – we need to have a meeting, stat!)
AI: Well, I fear my boy’s gonna get the boot although (in the words of someone who can articulate such things)
“There’s no fucking way you can say “pack your bags” on the toughest song of the night when Constantine practically murdered rock music in one night.”
I powerdialed for 30 mins straight (while watching my TIVO’d Daily Show) because I am a tool. I accept my toolness and in fact, embrace it. :) Check out Snarktank for more …. uh, snark on AI.
Peace out (for now)