Surprised? Cuz I am. People read this and have actually been asking me to write a new post. It looks like I may have to make a schedule to ensure I write atleast once a week. I need to come up with "Blog Post Saturday" or something ridiculous like that. Anyhooter, I come to you today to catch you up on my life. For your reading pleasure, I've split up the topics into different paragraphs. You're schawelcome.
Paragraph 1: My Job Hunt
It's over. I got a job. And it's awesome. After submitting a total of 76 (yes, I counted) applications, I was offered a position on a Neruo Critical Care Unit. High Action? Check. Cool People? Check. Lots of Neat Activities? Check. Therefore, I took the job. It starts in the very near future and I.AM.AMPED.
Paragraph 2: My Trip To North Carolina
I took a solo trip to North Carolina in celebration of my graduation. I went out to visit a family I nannied for. I got to meet the newest member of the family, a 5 month old precious little girl. She slobbered, she cooed, she spit up and she was all sorts of cute. I was covered in barf for nearly 2 weeks straight and it was glorious!! The other 2 kiddos were full of ninja moves, funny kid-isms (example: "I'll have a swirly temple....or whadeva it's called to drink."), and dance recitals. Sully, my dog, got the fleas. He was miserable. My vet had to call a script into a Walgreens so he'd stop itching and keeping me awake at night. There were times I'd wake up terrified I was in the middle of the movie "Bambi" and a pissed off Thumper was bustin down my bed. When I picked up the meds, I noticed the name on the envelope was "Sully Dog Camp". I guess they didn't want to confuse him with "Sully Human Camp". I also shaved him. He looks great. I think I'm gonna let it grow back a little and shave in a mohawk. Hey Ryan Gosling--my dog will have a mohawk too. Let's get married.
Paragraph 3: Movie Premiere
I went to a movie premiere for a movie I was in!!! I was credited as "Woman In Restaurant" which makes me pretty much famous. My best friend edited it. I felt like a proud mama at that premiere. I got to get all glammed up and rub elbows with Mac from Super Troopers and the ORIGINAL Wal*Mart Guy. The movie is called "I Heart Shakey". Watch it. Now.
Paragraph 4: Honesty
I recently overheard someone say, in reference to me, that I am "too honest". Based upon the context, it was not meant to be an insult however it intrigued me so let's briefly talk about it. What does "too honest" mean? Is that the same as you saying, "I only want the truth if it's nice. If the truth isn't nice, please lie?" If you walk up to me and say, "Does this dress make me look fat?" would you rather me say, "Ehhhh.....it doesn't really flatter your curves." or have me say, "You look great!" when in fact you look like an overstuffed Dyngus Day sausage? Which is it? You can't have both. That's the rules. You want the truth or you want lies. I'll give ya whatever, just make it clear. Until then, I'll just resort to my default settings of being "too honest". And yes. If you're looking in the mirror thinking the dress makes you look fat, you're probably right. Try something with rouching.
Paragraph 5: Mondays
Since 99.5682% of the population always has a bad case of the Mondays, I've decided Mondays will be the day I will try to remember to post a blog. If something incredible happens, you may get a bonus blog. Perhaps on a Thursday or Saturday or whenever I freaking feel like it. It will officially be Monday in 4 minutes. I'm going to wait to post this blog so that today can be the first official "Manic Monday" blog post. Saweeeeeeet.
Paragraph 1: My Job Hunt
It's over. I got a job. And it's awesome. After submitting a total of 76 (yes, I counted) applications, I was offered a position on a Neruo Critical Care Unit. High Action? Check. Cool People? Check. Lots of Neat Activities? Check. Therefore, I took the job. It starts in the very near future and I.AM.AMPED.
Paragraph 2: My Trip To North Carolina
I took a solo trip to North Carolina in celebration of my graduation. I went out to visit a family I nannied for. I got to meet the newest member of the family, a 5 month old precious little girl. She slobbered, she cooed, she spit up and she was all sorts of cute. I was covered in barf for nearly 2 weeks straight and it was glorious!! The other 2 kiddos were full of ninja moves, funny kid-isms (example: "I'll have a swirly temple....or whadeva it's called to drink."), and dance recitals. Sully, my dog, got the fleas. He was miserable. My vet had to call a script into a Walgreens so he'd stop itching and keeping me awake at night. There were times I'd wake up terrified I was in the middle of the movie "Bambi" and a pissed off Thumper was bustin down my bed. When I picked up the meds, I noticed the name on the envelope was "Sully Dog Camp". I guess they didn't want to confuse him with "Sully Human Camp". I also shaved him. He looks great. I think I'm gonna let it grow back a little and shave in a mohawk. Hey Ryan Gosling--my dog will have a mohawk too. Let's get married.
Paragraph 3: Movie Premiere
I went to a movie premiere for a movie I was in!!! I was credited as "Woman In Restaurant" which makes me pretty much famous. My best friend edited it. I felt like a proud mama at that premiere. I got to get all glammed up and rub elbows with Mac from Super Troopers and the ORIGINAL Wal*Mart Guy. The movie is called "I Heart Shakey". Watch it. Now.
Paragraph 4: Honesty
I recently overheard someone say, in reference to me, that I am "too honest". Based upon the context, it was not meant to be an insult however it intrigued me so let's briefly talk about it. What does "too honest" mean? Is that the same as you saying, "I only want the truth if it's nice. If the truth isn't nice, please lie?" If you walk up to me and say, "Does this dress make me look fat?" would you rather me say, "Ehhhh.....it doesn't really flatter your curves." or have me say, "You look great!" when in fact you look like an overstuffed Dyngus Day sausage? Which is it? You can't have both. That's the rules. You want the truth or you want lies. I'll give ya whatever, just make it clear. Until then, I'll just resort to my default settings of being "too honest". And yes. If you're looking in the mirror thinking the dress makes you look fat, you're probably right. Try something with rouching.
Paragraph 5: Mondays
Since 99.5682% of the population always has a bad case of the Mondays, I've decided Mondays will be the day I will try to remember to post a blog. If something incredible happens, you may get a bonus blog. Perhaps on a Thursday or Saturday or whenever I freaking feel like it. It will officially be Monday in 4 minutes. I'm going to wait to post this blog so that today can be the first official "Manic Monday" blog post. Saweeeeeeet.
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