The Beat Goes On

Well, it’s been a while, so I think I’ll just do a bulleted list to update. Here we go . . .

  • Been filling out job apps/sending resumes like crazy in the hopes that something will “pop” for me soon.
  • Had an interview with a non-profit last Thursday. Remain positively cautiously optimistic (or something like that) that the position will be mine. I should know something by week’s end.
  • Upstairs air-conditioner has been out since last week. I woke up sweating and thinking that I was going through early menopause. I should be so lucky. Several repair people later, and I am happy to report that we can once again inhabit all of our house. Ever tried to convince a 22-month old that we’re having a slumber party and you really do want her to sleep on the floor? Try it one day when you’re bored! 🙂
  • Went to Arkansas for a couple of days to hang out with my Mom who was there for her all-school reunion. 40 years later, and my Mom still looks good. Some of her classmates didn’t fare so well . . .
  • Our computer at the house has just gone buggy. So, listening to my Dad and brother, I erased everything on the hard drive. No problem. Putting the stuff back on? Quite the problem. Now I’ve got to unhook the darn thing and take it somewhere so that someone can get me back up and running. Job searching and blog-updating from the library? Not so fun.
  • I kind of like being off work. There. I said it. Of course, I am being paid, so it is really like a vacation and we’re not in the poorhouse yet. But really. No schedule, coming and going as I please, no boss . . . it really is the good life. Unfortunately, it will have to come to an end. But until it does, I am watching all of the “Little House on the Prairie” reruns I can and cleaning up/tossing out/rearranging like a mad woman.
  • I’ve got a couple of projects to work on depending on how long I’m actually out of work: painting – the hallways and master bedroom, learning to knit or crochet, catching up and even getting ahead in my bible reading, fiddling around with some new recipes, etc. ,etc.
  • Speaking of new recipes – my favorite grab and go restaurant – Empanada World went out of business. I am truly mournful. The place was fantastic! I just don’t think this was the market for them – they were rarely if ever really busy. Man, I am going to miss that place. I’ll definitely be working on learning to make empanadas. Tasty bites of goodness I tell ya.
  • My kid continues to crack me up. She is so darn funny. She usually speaks in two or three word sentences i.e,. “I eat,” “Where’s Daddy.” Well, the other day we left the gym and had an errand or two to run, so we were late getting to the house – and dinner. So she looks at me quite seriously as we’re buckling up at the grocery store and says “Mama, it is time for me to eat. Now.” Alrightie then! I know, I know, you had to have been there . . . oh well!

Well, I guess I’ll wrap this up. I’m supposed to be looking for a job, and don’t want to get kicked off this public computer before I have the chance to do so.

Peace and blessings to all.


You’re Fired!

That’s right good people. On Monday afternoon I was called into my boss’ office, basically told that my work was horrible and fired.

One the one hand I am relieved. Working there was awful. I liked my job, my duties, my coworkers, my interaction with students across the state and the school personnel. But. My boss really was a piece of work and I was tired of being miserable and trying to gauge what her attitude towards me would be from one second to the next. So, the fact that I don’t have to work for her anymore thrills me.

But. Like lots of other folks, we don’t have money just stacked up to the ceiling waiting to be spent. I get paid through the end of September. Jobs are hard to come by, but I am prayerful that something will come through for me rather quickly.

So . . . if you know anybody looking for a project manager/public health educator/all around great girl with a wicked sense of humor – in Mississippi – let me know! Thanks in advance for your prayers and good thoughts.

Oh one more thing. Have you ever been fired? If so, how do you address that in interviews? Since my position was grant funded, I was going to say that my contract is over and I’m looking for new opportunities. Yes? No? Any suggestions??? And I, of course, have given the name of a supportive coworker as supervisor as opposed to Broom Hilda so hopefully no one will ever call her about my job performance.

Make that two more things. She wants me to finish a project for the program – her justification for paying through September. Didn’t she just say I was an unworthy idiot? Should I do the project or not? The due date is the same as my last day of work in September. I’m the only person who thinks I should do it. Everybody else – parents, spouse, siblings, friends, former coworkers – says HELL NO!

So, head to the comments section and help a girl out. Thanks.

Peace and Blessings – Nerd Girl

Hips Don’t Lie!

I know you’ve been waiting with bated breath to hear about my hips. So, as promised in my previous entry, here goes.

I have always had hips. Always. No chest. No rear. But I’ve always had a nice little hippy curve about myself. Until. Last week. I was looking in the mirror and noticed a little something missing. My hips are gone! I asked my mom, hoping that I was just being paranoid, but she confirmed that my hips are indeed MIA. Now, I only recently came to realize that what I’ve been calling my “hips” are regarded as “saddlebags” by those in the fitness industry. But, really, I didn’t care what they were calling them, they were mine, they gave me some shape and I loved them. I was proud to have inherited my “Dennises” from all my female relatives on my dad’s side. (See, I had a pet name for them and everything.)

You may or may not recall that I’ve been working out on the regular since last December or so. I wanted to get rid of the post-baby flab and tone up a bit. You know – no more chicken wing waddle in my upper arms, thighs that don’t make my legs look like giant brown drumsticks, that kind of thing. Well . . . I still have jiggly arms, and my inner thighs still don’t meet my specs. But my outer thigh? My hips? My saddlebags? GONE. I have somehow, totally unintentionally, exercised away the best part of my body.

And I WANT THEM BACK! It was never my intention to exercise away the one part of my body that made me feel womanly. When Genuwine sang “in those jeans,” I just KNEW he was singing to me (as long as I didn’t turn around anyhow). I’ve realized that this is not something that I can share with everyone (it took a few dirty looks from more than one coworker for me to come to this realization). But, my dear, dear internet blogging friends – I’m serious. I loved my hips. I needed my hips. I looked good in my hips.

So, if you happen to see my hips will you please tell them – like my parents told me – that they can always come home? And they will be received with loving arms.

Please bow your heads in a moment of silent reflection.

Now, everyone on the count of three, please join me in today’s meditational hymn – for the sake of brevity, we’ll only sing the chorus:

“Looking good plenty time
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Pretty thick like I like it
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans
Looking tasty really scrumptious
Tell me is there any more room for me
In those jeans”

(“In Those Jeans.” By Genuwine. For me.)

Let’s make this an interactive type post! Is there a particular part of your body of which you are particularly fond of and would miss? And I don’t mean functionally. I’m strictly talking asthetics here. Head over to the comments section and let me know. Thanks!

** And no, those hips in the picture above are so not mine. Mine were browner. And rounder. And better. **

Sweet Home Mississippi . . .

. . . Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Mississippi
Lord, I’m coming home to you

Mmkay, I’ve officially frightened myself opening this post with lyrics to a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. But. It really is good to be home.

Lovegirl and I spent a wonderful, marvelous, totally relaxing 10 days at my parents’ in Southern California. We went to surprise my grandmother by going to church with her to celebrate her 85th birthday – totally awesome to see and suprise her and to see the rest of la familia. Other trip highlights? So glad you asked. They include:

  • Fish tacos at Taco Nazo on Foothill Blvd in Pomona. Well, the name has changed to Senor Baja, but in my heart, they’ll always be Taco Nazo. So very good. If you’ve never had a fish taco, you’ve got to try them sometime. But don’t spring for fancy-schmancy ones in a “real” restaurant. My experience says that you should pay no more than $1.49 for a good fish taco. Taco Nazo sells theirs for a mere 99 cents every Wednesday – talk about good eating!
  • Meeting my baby brother’s fiancee. (Should I have started the list with this one?) Anyhoo, she’s a real sweetheart of a girl, and I pray they’ll always be happy together. Wedding is set for 2008. More details to follow.
  • Lovegirl and the swimming pool. ‘Nuff said!
  • My “ghett-toes.” Compliments of the nice lady at Linda’s I now have – I have no idea what to call it – a “colored” french pedicure? Pearly red tips instead of white. With a little red/white/silver flower on each of my big toes. Such a departure for me. Love it!
  • I bought TWO – that’s right TWO – pairs of shoes for under $200 total. I know you may be thinking that’s no big deal. I wear a 12N. Very hard to find and damn expensive when I do. Believe me – it’s a big deal. So, when you see me walking around in my new kicks – one pair of flip flops and one pair of wedge heels, please congratulate me on my good fortune.
  • Breakfast at BC Cafe. Okay, so now you know. One of the big thrills for me as it relates to going home is the food. This place is awesome. They’re only open for breakfast and lunch, so don’t plan on checking them out for dinner. Great fresh food. Huge servings. Really. I had a short stack (4) of pecan pancakes. I couldn’t eat a whole ONE. If you’re ever on Indian Hill Boulevard in Claremont, check ’em out.
  • IKEA. I heart IKEA.
  • Doing totally touristy stuff to show the above-mentioned sister-in-law-to-be around. Farmer’s Market, Venice Beach, Hollywood Boulevard, Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles . . .

Ooh – I just realized that I spent an inordinate amount of time while in Cali eating. And it was damn good. There’s this chi-chi gourmet shop at the L.A. Farmer’s Market – Monsieur Marcel – that has some of the best cheese ever! One of my life’s goals is to eat my way through the cheese in this shop. So far my favorite has been this Emu Creek Mt. Elephant (whatever that means) cheese. I’m not really a foodie, but terms like sweet, nutty, and complex definitely come into play here. They also let you sample from the huge vats of imported olives. Heaven!

Okay. I’m hungry now. Whatever the direction of this post was when I started has been completely lost. Suffice it to say that we had a good time. We ate a lot. We really missed Smoochy, and I’m glad to be home. I’m going to lunch.

And my next entry? Yeah, I’ll talk about losing my hips. They are so gone!