'tis NOT the christmas season YET!

OH jeez! I'm going to try to spare you my rant about how November 1st (let alone October 22nd) is

NOT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHRISTMAS SEASON!

*sigh*

I personally consider the week of Thanksgiving the "beginning of the Christmas season".

And no, I'm not going to admit that I already bought a 3,483 square foot roll of double sided wrapping paper at Costco...

No, its November so that means its, time to give Thanks! This year, being clever, or having stolen an idea from some magazine or blog, I'm going to write Thank You notes to people that I'm thankful for.

I figure a personalized note is much more genuine than the "What I'm Thankful For This Year" round table, listening to your family, while salivating over a pile of mashed potatoes and turkey.

I'm currently compiling a list of friends and family to whom I wish to write. I'm normally not very good at expressing emotions verbally, so I'm hoping I can get all kinds of heartfelt and sappy (see? sarcasm comes out YET AGAIN, dammit) in a note.

I thought this was a very cute idea, and am excited to get down writing a few.

Feel free to steal this idea! I love it. Kinda reminds me of the Golden Girls "Thank You For Being A Friend...."

Pumpkin Shrugged

What to do with that 1600 page book from book club, that you had every intention of reading, then when everyone said how long it was taking them to read, you gave up on, while getting no further than page 12?

THIS!!

My new copy of Atlas Shrugged :)

Boo!

Happy Day! Now if only I can find my copy of Hocus Pocus...

There's an app for that!

Yes! I'm alive! Yet again!
I'll keep the apologies short, just I'm doing my best to be back. Honestly guilt kept me away. The longer I didn't post, the more I felt pressure for the post to be AWESOME, and then again, the longer I didn't post. You get the idea. Anywhoodle. Here's a quick update on whats been shakin (Its Random Shit Tuesday, without the logo!!)

I got an iPhone! WOO! I've now become one of those douche bags who says "There IS an app for that!" *smacks forehead with palm* I love it though, and I hope it helps me blog MORE! And guilt free!

Things at L'Restaurant are going great! I have FINALLY started serving and managing. WOO! Actually the managing happened first. Gotta be grateful for knee surgeries (the evening manager was out for 2 weeks, and I got to step in!) He's doing great now, but I've been trained and step in when my owner wants to head out of town, to their super not-so-top-secret Condo in Vegas. I keep encouraging them to leave. Is that wrong?

Mr Man has moved in!! Woahhhhhh, big grown up steps here, huh? Things are going great, and we're almost done unpacking. He has a LOT of shit. Who knew men had so much shit. Pack-rat might be the right term. Lots and lots of stuff. I had a mini panic attack when it was all sitting in my livingroom and I couldn't even see the tv. We're doing great though, well, all except for the cats. My boys and his lady kitty aren't having such an easy cohabitation. There's a lot of closing of doors, and rotating of who's out and who's in. Baby steps, right? Jackie essentially chases them out, being the boss lady that she is, and they just want to go back outside, because they're very emotional, and non-confrontational. *sigh*

I'm going to Florida! My cousin is turning 40 next month, and her BF's family has a place in Key West. I'm so excited for Thanksgiving in the Keys! I've been madly pouring through guide books and watching back episodes of Samantha Brown's great weekends. I'm such a dork! I'm madly trying to lose some weight, like 10 pounds, just so I don't look like a giant whale in my pics!! We'll be flying back ON Thanksgiving day since the plane tickets were about $300 cheaper that way. Hopefully we'll be hurricane free!!

Alright my lovies, I promise to see you soon! And thanks for sticking around! :)

I'm proud of you, Storm Trooper

Holy crap balls, I'm alive!

I've been such a major suck on my blog of late, and yet I've been quite productive in the real worlds. I have even only been checking my facebook every 2 days or so *GASP!*

The job has been keeping me busy, and am trying to gather up some material for some tales from the work place. Mostly I'm still learning the ropes and learning the hierarchy of the restaurant biz. You know, some servers think they are so much better than we, the mere host staff, and even higher than the lowly bussers. Which I think is total bullshit. On a high note, my manager said this to me the other day, "We're working on getting you started serving, so just be patient. But I think you'd make a much better manager" To which I said, I would definitely be down with that. But anywhoodle.

My BFF came to visit me from Arizona for 2 1/2 weeks and I was literally sober for 2 whole days. TWO WHOLE DAYS in the last 17 days. I'm in a MAJOR detox right now. Well, today was actually the "hangover" period, in which I ate everything in the house for most of the day. I feel like I'm going to explode. I also napped for 4 hours. So tomorrow will begin the health cleanse. My liver will thank me for it.

Oh-- and we took pictures

the beach! still sober here..

"hurry up beer man"

"nipple"

let's just call this one "Oakshire Brewing Sample Night"

Ankle failure. Twice. Yes, we're drinking in a dugout. At 1 am.

"Portlandia"

Wenatchee

He wanted to call this one "Gaga" because 'Judas' came on for the millionth time.

Oh yeah, and his shirt says "You discussed me"

Bought at the Portland Saturday Market. Funniest shit ever.

lonelydinosaur.com

The pitcher actually had "PBR Only" written on it.
Why? Cause it taints everything it touches.

Lots of ridiculousness occurred.

'Judas' was in our heads constantly for the first week. I loves me some Gaga, but sweet Jesus, you can only sing it so many times. That and Adele's Rolling in the Deep.

Somehow we ended up watching a Real Housewives of New York City and became strangely addicted. What a SHITSHOW! Oh that Ramona... I want to kill her. And her Pinot Grigio!!! But I digress...

I also nearly broke my ankle again. Remember when I wrenched it during the Rise Against concert? Well basically it happened again. TWICE.We had spent most of the evening out drinking (surprise, surprise). The sky was perfectly clear and my friend wanted to "go look at the moon". So we picked up a six-er of tall cans of Miller Lite and headed to the park. For some reason the ball park lights were all on, at 1 am. So I proceeded to prance around the bases while holding my beer. No failure there, and actually you'd think that would have been the most likely place for ankle failure. Oh no.

We're sitting in the duggout and realized we needed to TAKE PICTURES!! So I ran off to the car to get the camera. Wait, no I froliced off. Sort of a skipping-jogging-frolicking action. The duggout is dirt, then transitions to sand, which then transitions to the grass throughout the rest of the park. Well, once I hit the sand... BAM! I ate shit. I laughed and laughed and rolled around grabbing my ankle. Biffing it is pretty funny, especially when you're wasted. But I was fine, so I made it to the car, and then headed back.

LITERALLY... in the exact same spot I ate shit. AGAIN. AGAIN!!! What the crap!? This time my stuff went flying. Camera. Beer. Keys. Hat. All strewn about. Again I was laughing so hard, but this time the tears came with it. My friends came running over and were trying to help me up asking if I was alright. (this part is hazy for me, so I'm going off what my friends relayed to me afterward) I guess I yelled "NO TALKING!!" because I was laughing so hard and it hurt SO BAD. Then they tried to help me up and I yelled "NO TOUCHING!!" At this point I was on my knees, laughing and laughing and crying and laughing, trying to figure out if I'd broken my ankle and if I could walk on it. Meanwhile my friends stood there histerically laughing at me.

I hobbled back to the duggout and managed to figure out that I didn't actually break it. I'm sure I tore some stuff up in there something fierce though, because two weeks later it still hurts. It was swollen huge for a week, and its more or less back to normal size. But it still hurts, especially in the monring when its stiff, or when I step weird.

We also went to Portland, went to a gay bar and got capital "T" Trashed, went to Powell's the world's largest used book store, to the Saturday Market. Then do the beach, and this last weekend, up to Leavenworth Washington for some awesome rafting action. We nearly froze to death, but that's a story that's really not as funny when retold, however we were crying/laughing in the back of the pickup when it was pouring POURING down rain. I just kept saying "This is a memory of a lifetime!!" I'm such a dork.

So there ya go.

I'm really going to try to update more often, at least once a week. The guilt is killing me. And I miss my bloggy buddies! I'll also admit that I haven't read ANY blogs in as much as two months. But I'm spending my cough time today catching up. I may not comment on everything I love, but I'll try to send some love your way so you know I was actually there catching up!

Peace out my homies! Miss and love you!!

bad movies make doves cry

Heydie Hydie Hodie! I know I'm MIA a LOT recently. And when I finally post, I'm putting my goodies on someone else's page! LAME! I've done a little movie review ditty for our Horrible Movie Blog Ring. Mine's currently residing over at Ginny is Sassy so go check it out! If you still love me *insert guilt here*

And now......... the lovliest of the lovely, my dear Shelly from Shelly Talks has an amazeballs review for you kiddos to enjoy!

Dearly beloved...Readers of McGriddle Pants. We are gathered here today to review this thing called "Purple Rain."

Did you like that intro? It's a play on the opening credits of Purple Rain (in case you haven't watched this movie). If I could describe this movie in one word it would be "montagetastic." I mean, there's a montage just about every ten minutes, and they are amazing! Best 80s montages one could ever hope for! But let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Purple Rain is the story of a struggling singer known as "The Kid" played by Prince. I'm not sure how old he is supposed to be, he looks about 30, but he lives with his parents. His Dad is abusive towards his mother, but in all honesty, she totally deserves the beating. She can't keep up on housework. What kind of woman is that? Well, one night after his performance, The Kid meets a girl named "Appollonia" played by (ironically enough) Appollonia Kotero. --Which brings me to my next comment, all of the characters, except Prince, have the same name in real life. It actually keeps things easier for me, because I'm one of those people who can't remember characters names anyway. Except I don't know any of these actors. Oh well...ANYWAY!

Appollonia and The Kid have a turbulent relationship, but they have a lot of sex that involves rubbing of crotches and Appollonia's boobs. Maybe he's just like his mother? She was never satisfied... Or maybe he's just like his father?! I DON'T KNOW! But I do know he slaps her, and not sexually. Then one night he sees her performing in lingerie (hey it's the 80's) and he thinks he's in love with her again. Only later to see she's drunk. He tells her not to drink, he doesn't like it. Slaps her again...and then they make sexies outside, right then and there.

In the end, Prince has his shining moment, and the montages of all montages. His whole life flashes before our eyes with his deep, meaningful music. And then he becomes a talented artist with lots of ruffly shirts and assless pants that we all know and love.

I hope this review encourages everyone to go and watch this movie. I give it two ruffle shirts and red thongs up. Please be sure to check out my blog Shelly Talks Too Much and read what The REAL Mandy Moore has to say.

just a thought

"I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr.

Just a little something to chew on.

persnickety

I work at a fairly "hoity" restaurant that has a lot of food with French and Italian words in the description. Words like Ciabatta, Pugliese, Aperitifs, fromage, blah blah. Its great and all, but needless to say it attracts a certain demographic. Mostly these people are what we call "foodies" who have seen 2 or 3 shows on the Food Network and think they're as knowledgeable as Anthony Bordain.

So we serve homemade breads with olive oil with our meals. We serve a relatively good Extra Virgin Olive Oil with our breads for your culinary pleasure. BUT APPARENTLY we used to have a little bit higher quality olive oil with our breads, but have stopped serving it and only use it in our cooking, because it costs too much. (You'd be amazed how many people leave their bread and oil UNTOUCHED, shameful).

Fast forward to today, when these two women come in. They begin by asking me (the hostess) 324 questions about the menu, which they could totally get from their SERVER but chose to ask me. Oh, they also had a specific booth they wanted to sit in. And the mom left her sunglasses on the ENTIRE TIME. But I digress...

I bring them out some bread and olive oil and they proceed to tell me that they have a "special olive oil" in the office. You can imagine my surprise, since we keep NO FOOD PRODUCTS in the office. I walk upstairs and the owners wife is there, and I ask what the shiz they are talking about. There is no "special olive oil" for "them" its just the cooking stuff.

I then bring out their somewhat higher quality oil out and they proclaim "SUCH A DIFFERENCE!!!". I asked if I should take the "cheap" stuff away, and they said "OH, GOD YES!"

I walk back to the kitchen and try both of the olive oils. And I'm a bit of a foodie myself, and have quite high standards for olive oil and bread... and you know what? Can't. Tell. The. Difference.

Douche Bags.


Current Beer: Trader Joe's, Name Tag Classic Lager
Current Song old skool: The Humpty Dance, By Digital Underground
(ba-do-reeeeeeeer-do-reet, ba-do-reeeeer-do-reet, the Humpty Dance is your chance to do THE HUMP )

i'm like martha freaking stewart over here!

Herrrrrrrowww! (in best Kim Jong Il voice)

I hope you are all enjoying what is the wettest and rainiest of springs. I can not wait until the sunshine comes!

I have so much to tell you, but honestly, I don't even know where to start, or how to make it entertaining. So for now I'll show you some crafty things I've been up to in my quest to give up laziness for lent.

I totally painted this awesome tree on a door in my hallway. Its a weird vestibule like area with 5 doors and no wall space. So since I can't hang any pictures, I painted one! This is the door that goes to the upstairs, which is shut 99% of the time. I just used cheap acrylic paint from Wal-Mart and cut a few sponges. There's 3 different colors of green and one solid brown line for the stem. I think it turned out really well! And honestly took me about 10 minutes to do.

My aunt who used to live here, was the owner of a frame shop, which is on the property. So I've been using some of the old materials and framing some pictures of my own. The frame and glass were already cut, with some stupid picture inside. I've tried to teach myself how to use the mat cutter, since there's a million sheets of mats in various colors and sizes just sitting there. Not bad if I do say so myself! Its a picture I took at a market in Florence, Italy, and is now hanging in my kitchen! YAY ME!

HELLOOOOOO DOLLAR STORE CRAFTS! I used some wood glue and chopsticks to make a trivet. Awesomeness!

It hangs on the wall when its not in use. Me likey.

HOW Effing Cute is this?!?

My secret? They're Starbucks glasses. You know, those premade frappucino things. I enjoy vanilla.

I peeled the stickers off, washed them out, and spray painted them white. Then I found some rub-on letters at the craft store and put "milk" in differing languages on them. I still want to do one that says MILCH (german) and LATTE (Italian).

They make super cute flower vases. I'm holding some (deadish) daffodils. Need to go pick some new ones!!

And a fun story for you...

I went to a concert on Monday night. It was Bad Religion and Rise Against, pretty punk/hard rock. Anyway, I was jumping around and dancing about in the mosh pit, and some guy totally knocked me down and I twisted my ankle all the hell. Nothing makes you feel old like injuring yourself in the pit. SERIOUSLY!?

Now its all bruised and swollen and pretty gross looking. I'm currently icing and elevating as I type this. But its pretty awesome gimping around work and having people ask me what happened. I can't stop myself from giggling and the ridiculousness of it.

I ooze Awesome from every pore.

you just blew my mind

yes, I am alive!!

My dear blogging friends!!

I miss you so much!!! Seriously, I'm not lying!!! :)

I have news!

I've been missing because I got a job!!! WOOO HOOOOO!!

Its nothing major, I'm working as a hostess at a restaurant for lunches. Its only 16 hours a week, but its still something!! I'm hoping to get into serving there soon too, to make some bank tips, but I gotta "pay my dues", so-to-speak.

So that's why I've been gone.

That and the fact that its Spring Time and have been spending some time outside and trying to get a garden in order. Planting and playing in the dirt.

I've also been doing really good with my giving up "laziness" for lent too. Mostly with the yard work, but I've just been trying really hard to stay busy, and honestly, *sigh* blogging falls under laziness for me. DON'T GET ME WRONG. I love blogging!!! But once I sit down in front of the computer, its so easy for me to sit there for another 5 hours... I'm Le Lame. I know.

Anyway, I'll try to be back more often, but I thought I needed to tell you my success story!

I know its cheesy, but I do love you all. And miss you. But Mama's just busy now.

Funny and Totally TRUE Story:
After working 2 whole days, Monday and Tuesday, I was sitting in my pajamas on Wednesday morning at 10:30... I thought to myself... "Man, its nice to have a day off".........

THIS...

Was my thought after working TWO WHOLE DAYS.

Wow.

Right??!

Its a good thing I'm easing back into this thing part time!!!

Love you!! :)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I write nearly the same post almost every St. Patrick's Day...

"There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish and those who wish they were."

God isn't that the truth. I get so sick of people claiming to be Irish on St. Patrick's day. We all know those these douchebags. They're everywhere. And they really seem to crawl out of the woodwork mid-March.

I'm sorry, but unless you have an Irish accent, or parents with an Irish accent, you're fucking American. Do you have a passport from Ireland? No? Then shutthefuckup. Good Lord.

I mean, I'm all for having pride in your heritage. I'm Dutch, Scotch (Scot? Whatever. Scotch just sounds cooler.) and German. But I sure as shit don't go running around in late September (check it, that's when Oktoberfest actually is) yelling how German I am, and kicking up my heels and doing a polka jig in my lederhosen. NO. My great-grandmother was German. That makes me about 1/8th German, and not enough to run around with the German flag on my back. It just makes me love beer. I'm pretty sure its in my genes. But I digress...

Take a look around today and tonight. Listen to the morons. According to the general population, about 86.49% of America claims to be "Irish." Too bad I have to listen to douchebags all day. And no, I don't believe that you always drink Guiness. Drink a fifth of Bushmills, and we'll talk.

Now don't get me wrong. I LOVE St. Patrick's day. I mean, any reason to drink more beer than usual, green or no, is a great day in my opinion. And bars like to make the beer cheaper.

I have no clue where I found the following article, and honestly it was several years ago, so I'm sorry I'm not citing the source. My bad. If anyone finds it, let me know, and I'll cite it as the IAPEC requires. (the Internet Anti-Plagarism Enforcement Committee. Yes I made that up)

Please let me clear up a few blatantly wrong ideas people seem to have about Paddy's day.

Firstly, the next time I meet someone who says that people in Ireland don’t celebrate Paddy’s day in Ireland, I am going to punch them in the face. How people ever got that misguided idea, I don't know.

Almost as bad is the idea that it is celebrated ’better’ in the U.S. Paddy’s day here is fun, no doubt, but at the end of the day all it is is people wearing green and getting drunk. In Ireland it is a national holiday, so no one works or goes to school. It is much more of a family holiday with every little town having a parade to celebrate. It is also a true cultural event with numerous ceili (singing and dancing festivals) and sporting events taking place. Of course there is a wild night of drinking after, but drinking isn't as central to the holiday as it is in the US.

It is PaDDy's day, not PaTTy's day - I cannot stress enough that seeing it written PaTTy's day makes most real Irish people physically ill.

And as for all the fighting about where Saint Patrick came from etc, historians aren’t even sure if the guy existed for definite, so everyone needs to relax on that score!

Have fun today and tonight, and Cheers! And no pinching, that's for middle schoolers.

Look at me! I'm Irish!!

marchy march

Yes I'm still alive.

Barely.

I know I'm a big suck and haven't been super talkative, but i'm really working hard on getting a new job.

Applications, resumes, face-to-face drop-in interviews, and lots and lots of ice cream.

And beer.

Things are going to look up, I know it.

I'm not worried, and I hope you're not either...

Positive attitudes will WIN THE DAY!!

Happy thoughts, I love you all :)

coming soon!

hi, my name is debbie downer

Hello dear readers! Debbie Downer here! :D

Yup, that's right. This is officially the second worst week of my life. Second only to the week I got my DUI. Something about being arrested takes the cake. Emotionally I've gone from bursts of tears, hysterical laughter, disbelief and utter depression...

SO- to spare you too much melancholy, I'm just going to give you a bullet point version of my week... seems less traumatic for you that way!

MONDAY:

• Turned down for my old job. Didn't give me a reason why, just said they "wouldn't be rehiring me". THAT was a super blow to the ego. I thought that would be a sure thing.

TUESDAY:

• Got an email about the job I interviewed for last week, saying they were going with another candidate. I had a really good feeling after the interview, which makes me think I can't read people at all.
• Guy who said he was going to buy my car, didn't have the money. Surprise surprise. Relisted Jeep on Craig's List.

WEDNESDAY:

• Went to Wal-Mart to spend the last of this week's money on necessities before my income disappears. Read: Dog food, cat food, toilet paper, coffee (no more Starbucks for me!)
• Upon return, car wouldn't start in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Burst into tears.
• Contemplated applying for a job at Wal-Mart while waiting for a ride.
• Boyfriend finally texted me back, and figured out the fix to my Jeep was easy (loose battery terminal connection), drove home and applied for a job at Wal-Mart.

FRIDAY:

• Furnace won't turn on. Thought I had enough oil to last to April, whoops! There's another $300 to get heating oil (which I don't have and have to borrow from Mom)
• Confirmed that I am not eligible for anymore unemployment extensions. My next to last paycheck is next Wednesday for $390. Then the following Wednesday I'll get my final paycheck of $4. WOO!

So thus far, this week has been amazing. Can you smell my sarcasm? I hope so!

Now, in order to keep myself SANE, I'm going to try to be positive and think some happy thoughts.

Here's a few things I'm thankful for:

• I live in a house that my parents own and (technically) pay no rent.
• I can always take on a boarder to help supplement my living expenses (although that's a last resort).
• I own my car outright, and don't make payments, so it won't get repo'd
• I will be eligible for a NEW unemployment claim, however its only $150 a week, but its better than nothing.
• My tax return is en route. Its only $480, but again, its something!
• There's a freezer at my parents that STOCKED full of food, that I'm more than welcome to steal from if need be.
• My friends and family, who seem to have more faith in me and my abilities than I do.

So there's my happy thoughts for the day. I appreciate all your kind words too my dear readers and friends. I'm trying really hard to stay positive. And find my happy place!!!

I leave you with this pic, which totally makes me laugh:

blog swap: shittay sports movies!!

Hello my lovelies!

Its that time of month again, for another Horrible Movie Blog Swap!!  

(Does anyone have a clever title for that? NO? Moving on...)

You can see my review of Surf School over here

This month we reviewed sports movies, and the beautiful and talented and hilarious  

Christina @ Christina in Wonderland 

has been good enough to guest post for me. Please enjoy!!

 There comes a time in every person's life when they sit down with their family, or their significant other, or their dog, and they decide to watch a "sports" movie. This could be a football, baseball, Nascar, whatever that fuck kind of movie, but, basically, you're sitting down watching a movie about something you should probably getting your fat ass out there and doing.

And layin' off the potato chips. Just sayin'...

Anyway, that was this month's theme. Sports movies. And lemme tell you, I don't watch many of those bitches, because they are SUPER fucking cheestastic, and I ain't into that.

But I digress.

There was once a time in Christina's life when she was forced to watch this stupid damn race-"horse" movie with a zebra.

That movie was called, Racing Stripes.

Now, I don't want to ruin this movie or the "ending" or whatever for anyone who may want to watch it just to say they watched it, but, basically my review takes at least one thing into account.

You can get maybe five genuine laughs from the movie, on a good day, and that's if you find the particular humor funny. Other than that, you'll mostly be laughing at the atrocious vocal acting, shitty premise, and Hayden Panettiere's lousy ass fake country accent. Of which I should know, because I have the misfortune of possessing a legit southern accent. Fuck yeah...

As if a movie about a zebra who thinks he can be a race horse is bad enough... they give you horrible CGI flies, one voiced by the ever annoying David Spade, that just make you want to grab the nearest flyswatter, or just knock your TV over onto the floor.

And the premise? Dear God the premise! It's ridiculous, even for a family movie. There is NO WAY that a zebra could ever be good enough to race against thoroughbred race horses. It's a *cute* concept, but it's ridiculous, and doesn't lend itself to good dialogue or plot. The training sequences are boring, and the story is so outdone in every other "zero to hero" racing movie that it's blatantly pathetic.

To add insult to injury, the animals fucking talk...

They talk and they don't even say anything funny. Or enlightening. The worst part of that? THERE'S SO MANY QUALITY ACTORS, like Dustin Hoffman and Whoopi Goldberg, but their vocal performances fall tragically short of entertaining. Actually, they don't even get NEAR that mark. They're bland and lifeless.

And someone needs to kill the rooster voiced by Jeff Foxworthy. Just because the fucking movie basically takes place in a fucking redneck setting, doesn't mean you have to CAST JEFF FUCKING FOXWORTHY IN EVERY FUCKING THING BECAUSE HE IS NOT FUCKING FUNNY! GOD DAMN!

*ahem*

But... Hayden is super adorable, and at least she went on to do better shit after this, like Heroes, and, uh...

Yeah, no, basically there was Heroes...

ups and downs, highs and lows

Man am I ever tired of feeling like shit. Not physically, emotionally.

This weekend was fantastic. Just what the doctor ordered. Sunshine and snow and lots of good company. (See yesterday's post)

However today, I feel like crappola again. I received a call from my old job, the one I reapplied for, is passing on me. They didn't even tell me what their reasons are... just that they won't be taking back.  yay.

So I've had a bowl of ice cream and I'm sitting here wrapped in my blanket on the couch. I'm going to have a few beers later on with my friend.

I really had a good feeling about this one. I've had several people tell me that it wasn't meant to be, and that something else is coming up. Though its still hard to not feel like a loser. I just wish I knew why?

The good news is that I don't have to move. Although I was kind of looking forward to that. But I don't have to relocate, make new friends, go through that whole rigga-ma-role. And I don't have to deal with anything crazy with Mr. Man just yet (moving in together or moving across the country together or breaking up). Also I have several people interested in buying my car, so I'm hoping that will be taken care of soon. Who knows, maybe I'll have to live on that money while I continue to look for work.

Until then, I'm trying to be optimistic about the interview I had last Thursday...

Happy thoughts!