Occupation.

So, as you know, I've been going back and forth about what to do when JDRW wanders off to kindergarten.  I mean, after all the crying & sobbing & running after his bus screeching "BRING MY BABY BACK!!!!". 

Well, I try to be one of those people that think things will happen as they should as long as you are following a positive path.  I mailed off two resumes to schools (one for a teacher's assistant & one a teacher's aide) and two days later I got a call from a woman looking for my services.  I haven't advertised for new client in over 2 years.  She said she found my number on a website.  She's coming to visit me next month.  So, I think, there it is.  That's the answer to whether I continue to do what I'm doing or move on.  Plus, in the fall it'll be a fresh group of clients and no JDRW...so it'll be different. 

Then there's the matter of the current client who NEVER pays on time, is always late, asks for special "privledges" without extra compensation, and the work I do for her takes about 10 times the energy it would take to do the same work for a client who pays on time, is never late and who doesn't always ask for little extras.  So,  my thoughts are I should get new clients, and "fire" her.  The best part about that concept, to me, is that she will realize then, how good she had it with me.  I guarantee she will not find anyone else who will do for her what I've done.  I honestly can't imagine anyone else putting up with her and her spawn.  (Is that mean?)

We shall see.

Walter.

I met my future husband.  O, wait.  I met the man I'd run away with if he'd ask me.  :)   Of course, then, once he's my husband or boyfriend he'll probably just flake out on me...so I'll just let him be what he's meant to be...my new doctor.

He isn't beautiful.  If I saw him on the street, he wouldn't turn my head.  But, he was  i n c r e d i b l e.  Wowza.   I went into the appointment feeling kinda guilty (because I've gained 11 pounds) and kinda silly (because of this rash thing I've got), and just generally down because I haven't had the best of luck with doctors in the past.  But, he didn't make me feel guilty or silly.  He didn't sit there in a stool and nod his head and smile (and he has less hair on his chin then the sunshine doctor) and act like he was listening without really hearing.  He was just...a comfort.  He told me, as he was listening to my lungs, that I have nice skin and I should keep it that way.  He asked me if I had an Irish heritage (I'm a mutt, but I'm pretty sure there's lots of Irish & German in there).  He asked me what brought me to NY (a boy).  He talked to me about my weight, but not once did I feel stupid or lazy or guilty.  He told me I was young & healthy.  He made me feel like I could do anything I set my mind to do.  I left out of there on a puffy white cloud of happy. 

Not once did he mention the word shingles OR tell me I just needed more sunshine.  Love.

I see him again in 3 months.  I can't wait.  I will be improved.  I want to be improved.  Because he believes I can improve.  He believes I can do better.  And, that, is all I ever really need.

SnakeFood.

We have a new pet.  Like we need another one of those, right?  It was originally snake food, but the snake seems to be a lil under the weather, so he wouldn't eat it.  Which left this adorable little white mouse without a home, or death.  So, now he's a part of our ever growing family.  JDRW named him (which is actually a her but he cried when he found out it was a her because he wanted a him, so I told him, oh yeah, it IS a boy after all) Travis.  Travis??  Where does he come up with these names?  O, and I read that mice need a friend.  That they don't do so well alone.  So, does that mean we have to get another mouse?  And it has to be two girls because two boys will fight and a boy and a girl will make more mice and we soooo don't need that.

DB.

I came here and started writing a blog asking for advice on a certain topic, but I deleted that and just decided to bitch instead.

If you have a job, you expect to be paid on fucking pay day.  I have a job, offering you a service, then I fucking expect you to fucking pay me on fucking friday.  Got it?  Goddammit.  I shouldn't have to fucking hunt you down on a Saturday morning to get my money.

O, but wait, I haven't hunted you down yet because apparently you are unreachable.  I'll bet I won't hear from you until after noon because that's when the bank closes so I won't be able to cash the check until Monday...you fucking douche bag.

Ok, I feel better now.  Thanks for listening.

LastNiteNoLites.

So, last night, I'm my way home from going to dinner & a movie (which was not a date because she doesn't date married people), I turn onto a road about 15 minutes from my house, and there are two cars behind me.  I go over a tiny little hill, and suddenly there are no cars behind me.  What?  So I tap on my brakes to see if there's still a car back there, but I don't see anything.  Then I see a car, headed up the road from the opposite direction, and the cars behind me, turn on their lights.  As soon as the oncoming car passes, the car directly behind me turns his lights off again.  So, I call 911.

Them:  911 what's your emergency?
Me:  Not sure how much of an emergency it is...(and I tell them all about where I am and what's going on)
Them:  Do you have a description of the vehicle.  (I look back into the pitch blackness where I know a car is...)
Me:  No, I can't see the car at all because there are no lights.  (but then the car behind him shines just right)  I can see it's a pick up of some sort.
Me:  We are stopping at a stop sign.
Them:  Which way is he going?
Me:  Right onto (name of road) 
Them:  Does he still have his lights off?
Me:  Yes, but he used his blinker to turn.
Them:  Hold just a sec...can you give me any more description?
Me:  White pickup.
Them:  Has there been any interaction (He used another word, but I can't remember it) between the two of you?
Me:  No.
Them:  Where are you now?
Me:  We are coming to a stop light, he's pulling up beside me.  (This is the first time I actually got scared...I put the phone in my lap, (it's been on speaker the whole time)...and I continue to talk to 911...but I want my hands free.)
Them:  They've pulled along side you?
Me:  Yes,  into the turning lane...they are turning towards (town name). 
Them:  Give me a description of the car.
Me:  (I managed to give them make, model, color, liscense plate number and a little further description as the car was turning.)
Them:  Hang on a second.  (I can hear the radios in the background exchanging info.)  Ok, (and he took my number)  Would you like to file a complaint?
Me:  No. Not at all.  There was no interaction.  I just didn't think it seemed safe.  I mean maybe he's having car trouble, but still.
Them:  Exactly.  Ok, the police are going to search for this vehicle.


And, that was that.  It was pretty exhilirating?  The operator guy was awesome.  Just the way he spoke to me, and the way he got me to be very aware of the situation.  I think the best thing he did was when he said "give me a description".  He didn't ask me "can you give me a description" because that would have made me question my abilities-even if for just a second and I may not have had as much info to give him.  Just him saying "give me a description" was awesome, a demand not a request.

If I ever need to call 911 in a real emergency...I hope I get that man (or an as equally well trained individual) on the phone. 

And, about TheOneWhoDoesNotDateMarriedPeople...I'll have to go into that later.

Freefalling.

I don't know what the hell is going on with me.  I think it's the summer.  The doctor tells me to get more sun, but summer is my least favorite season.  It's just so...boring.  I crave routine...I love knowing that on a certain day at a certain time this or that will happen.  But during the summer we are all just free falling.  And, I do not like.

I think I'll drown myself in writing fiction for a bit, instead of all of this reality crap. 

I'm stuck in mud.  I need to get out of it.  :)

Applied.

So, I have offically applied for admittance to Suny Plattsburgh.  I'm not sure I'll get in because I've procrastinated this long...but if I don't get in for fall, I'll probably get in for Spring.  I also filled out all of the fafsa stuff. 

I also discovered yesterday that I am qualified to be a teacher's assistant.  Yay me!