I got interviewed yesterday for a company looking to fill multiple positions. The positions were: accounting, customer service, and security. I strongly pushed my preference for the accounting position and worried that I had pushed too hard for a position that the supervisor didn't seem particularly interested in having me fill. I also got interviewed by all three supervisors for each position! I had a three-for-one whammy. And today, while I was at physical therapy, I got a phone call. I missed it (cause obviously I was busy), but when I checked my messages, it was the supervisor that didn't seem interested in me, asking me to call her back. So I did, and after identifying myself, she rather abruptly offered me the job. I was flustered, but I definitely learned my lesson last year not to hesitate (because they'll just turn to the runner-up), and said yes. I start next Tuesday at 8 am. So early! But I can do it. :<>
The major problem I'm going to have, is that my physical therapy clinic only seems to run during normal business hours. I'm working during normal business hours. Well, I'm screwed. I need to continue because otherwise I won't be getting the attention to my progress that I need, but I also need to be at the job, especially now while I'm not in school and rushing off to classes every day. I may have to switch to a clinic that offers hours I can attend.
So I'm worried about the travel, and about the time it takes to get from this job to my school, but for now I'm going to shelve the issue because it isn't relevant. They made note of it when I applied, so hopefully they can work with me on it.
We tried the Cheesy Garlic Bread brand by Lays recently. We also tried the Chicken'n'Waffles type. The garlic one is a lot better than the waffle one, but neither of them is as good as plain Cheddar'n'Sour Cream to me. The waffle one is actually more maple-y than chicken-y, and the garlic one is more cheesy than garlic, but they're both worth trying. I think I'll ask the office if they would like at least the waffle one. Otherwise I'm likely to force myself to eat them out of natural proclivity to not throw food away.
Speaking of food, I made a really good double baked potato yesterday. I first sliced them length-wise, and microwaved them til they were soft. Then I scooped out the flesh, left the peel, Reb put a bit of butter in the shells to melt down, and combined the potatoes with mayo (Kewpie brand), sliced cheese, a little mustard, and some salt and pepper. Then when they were softer, almost like mashed potatoes, I scooped them back into their shells, topped them with cheese, and stuck them in the oven for a few minutes to melt the cheese on top. It was surprisingly good.
Today I made a ricexsteakxspinachxherb mixture in the rice cooker, while Reb made a nice spinach salad with a bit of sea salt and lemon juice as dressing. I also made a fruit salad, but the fruits don't mesh as well as I'd hoped. It was 'Golden Fruit Melon' (like cantaloupe with watermelon), nectarines (that were rather less succulent than I'd hoped), and a Pink Lady apple (that I've never had before). I added a bit of sea salt to that as well, but maybe I should have gone the opposite route and used sugar, marshmallow fluff, or something like that. :/ I'm not sure how to fix the fruit salad.
I want to make a chicken'n'dumplings slow cooker recipe I found yesterday. It sounds really really yummy, even though I haven't had chicken and dumplings since my grandfather died. I'm just missing one ingredient, but there's another recipe I'd like to get some ingredients for as well, so we're gonna run to the store now. Ciao!
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Kitty power!
As in, she's been trying to crawl up my butt most of the day. She's very persistent. She crawls on my lap, lays on my shoulder, sniffs all over my body, and meows a LOT. I love her dearly, but this neediness worries me. I keep wondering if I should just let her roam free outside, if maybe that would fix it. But she's made it a year with only accidental forays into the outside. And I think she's getting decently healthy, though obese.
Speaking of obese, I was thinking about my own blooming waistline. I think it blooms when I'm unoccupied, as being out of work makes me. But then I didn't really lose weight while I was working either. So it becomes an interesting question of what it takes to make me lose weight. I'm coming upon my 3 month mark of recovery from surgery, and hoping the doctor will agree that I'm ready to start jogging. The PT has been steadily upping my weights and activities, and I'm close, if not quite ready. I think (hope, pray) that being able to start a decent physical activity will give me a little impetus to cut down a little on the junk food, add more health food, and generally eat less. I know I'm eating too much, and I know I'm not getting enough exercise. So I try, and I laze, try, and laze, and the cycle is frankly both mortifying and infuriating. Mayhap I can pin my hopes on getting healed enough to start some intense physical activities. But when I think of my current record, it doesn't make me feel very confident. :( Just gotta keep trying, I suppose.
Speaking of trying, Hubby and I have been together for over six years. I had a friend from my first high school stay the night on Friday, and she kept commenting on what a cute, adorable, quiet couple we are. That she's not used to two people communicating so quietly, and it was her first time seeing it surprised me. I've never really thought of us as quiet (especially in the bedroom, or when we're playing around), so to hear that we're so quiet as to be silent in her opinion shocked me, and it hasn't left my mind yet. What do you think a healthy couple constitutes? I've talked with hubby, and my opinion was that within the course of a year, we would move out of the honeymoon stage and settle down to a day-to-day existence in which we became accustomed to each other and slowly just lost the fun. That's what I always imagined marriage to be, at least. It's not an ideal marriage, but it was the reality I expected. To find that we still laugh, joke, play, and learn about each other surprises and gratifies me. To find that we haven't had a hurtful and mean argument is little less than miraculous (especially if you consider the effects the birth control has on my temper)! But I'm so happy and that scares me a little. I worry that this kind of happiness comes right before great unhappiness, and the most devastating thing that could happen to me now, I find, is losing my love. I worry about it constantly, especially when we travel. We've had so many close calls with other cars doing stupid shit and endangering him!! I want to cut those drivers up with a frickin' knife for daring to even come close to harming him! But I can't, so I just drive away.
I bought peanut butter crackers at Costco to hand out to panhandlers, and handed out a few that same day. It was interesting, because one person was genuinely gratified to receive them. Another person was an older man that was stick thin, but pissed to receive food instead of money. He thanked me to my face, then walked off muttering about 'Giving me fu**ing crackers. Damn cracker....' It hurt my feelings a little to hear that, but it didn't discourage me too much. Rather, I felt a little amused, because his sign said 'Anything helps' and yet he obviously didn't want just anything. The idea 'Beggars can't be choosers' apparently didn't come to mind for him. Of course, maybe he was allergic to peanut butter. I worried about that a bit, but ultimately decided that if they were allergic, they would probably be able to trade with someone for something else, just as they trade food for drugs. I get this knowledge from the book I read about dopefiends.
I'm finding that it annoys me more and more to hear 'God bless you' from these panhandlers. I'm blessed indeed, if their blessings have worth with their God. Rather, I think they've trained themselves to say that because the majority of people that give them things either are covert christians (who obviously want blessings in return for their offerings), or are christians that preach at them that they should be thankful for everything they receive and praise God because it's obviously all his doing when something good comes their way. I'm neither. I simply know what it is to go hungry because you don't have enough money to buy food and give food away accordingly. *shrug* I just wish they would stop blessing me, and start eating more.
One friend that came to visit commented that I'm a 'good little housewife' and I was offended. I didn't really question WHY until today, but here's what I've thought of: I think I was offended because the way it was said felt like they had taken everything they saw of me, and summed it up in the most inadequate expression: little housewife. I'm more than just a wife, and I do more than sit around the house cooking and cleaning. I'm still a young woman, still interested in Japan, learning, and growing as a person, and to be told that I fit the role of a good little housewife negates my existence as anything else. That's offensive to me. But then, also thinking along this line, she didn't say 'You're JUST a good little housewife'. She was, quite likely, merely commenting on the side of me that she was observing, and my response could have simply been "Thank you. I hope you know, however, I'm more than just a housewife." There was no reason to be unduly offended over that one comment. Instead, I feel I should take pride in the fact that I AM a good wife and caretaker. I don't, not really, but I should. I take pride in my food (especially when it turns out well), my decorating (because I like doing it), my hobbies (reading, swimming, etc.), and my abilities (too various to list). So why not view being a housewife (though I feel the terminology to be utterly inadequate to express my awesomeness) as another ability of mine and try to take some pride from it? Mayhap when they find better terms to define my awesomeness, I will accept the compliment with pride. Til then.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdymCQ5PXrs
Speaking of obese, I was thinking about my own blooming waistline. I think it blooms when I'm unoccupied, as being out of work makes me. But then I didn't really lose weight while I was working either. So it becomes an interesting question of what it takes to make me lose weight. I'm coming upon my 3 month mark of recovery from surgery, and hoping the doctor will agree that I'm ready to start jogging. The PT has been steadily upping my weights and activities, and I'm close, if not quite ready. I think (hope, pray) that being able to start a decent physical activity will give me a little impetus to cut down a little on the junk food, add more health food, and generally eat less. I know I'm eating too much, and I know I'm not getting enough exercise. So I try, and I laze, try, and laze, and the cycle is frankly both mortifying and infuriating. Mayhap I can pin my hopes on getting healed enough to start some intense physical activities. But when I think of my current record, it doesn't make me feel very confident. :( Just gotta keep trying, I suppose.
Speaking of trying, Hubby and I have been together for over six years. I had a friend from my first high school stay the night on Friday, and she kept commenting on what a cute, adorable, quiet couple we are. That she's not used to two people communicating so quietly, and it was her first time seeing it surprised me. I've never really thought of us as quiet (especially in the bedroom, or when we're playing around), so to hear that we're so quiet as to be silent in her opinion shocked me, and it hasn't left my mind yet. What do you think a healthy couple constitutes? I've talked with hubby, and my opinion was that within the course of a year, we would move out of the honeymoon stage and settle down to a day-to-day existence in which we became accustomed to each other and slowly just lost the fun. That's what I always imagined marriage to be, at least. It's not an ideal marriage, but it was the reality I expected. To find that we still laugh, joke, play, and learn about each other surprises and gratifies me. To find that we haven't had a hurtful and mean argument is little less than miraculous (especially if you consider the effects the birth control has on my temper)! But I'm so happy and that scares me a little. I worry that this kind of happiness comes right before great unhappiness, and the most devastating thing that could happen to me now, I find, is losing my love. I worry about it constantly, especially when we travel. We've had so many close calls with other cars doing stupid shit and endangering him!! I want to cut those drivers up with a frickin' knife for daring to even come close to harming him! But I can't, so I just drive away.
I bought peanut butter crackers at Costco to hand out to panhandlers, and handed out a few that same day. It was interesting, because one person was genuinely gratified to receive them. Another person was an older man that was stick thin, but pissed to receive food instead of money. He thanked me to my face, then walked off muttering about 'Giving me fu**ing crackers. Damn cracker....' It hurt my feelings a little to hear that, but it didn't discourage me too much. Rather, I felt a little amused, because his sign said 'Anything helps' and yet he obviously didn't want just anything. The idea 'Beggars can't be choosers' apparently didn't come to mind for him. Of course, maybe he was allergic to peanut butter. I worried about that a bit, but ultimately decided that if they were allergic, they would probably be able to trade with someone for something else, just as they trade food for drugs. I get this knowledge from the book I read about dopefiends.
I'm finding that it annoys me more and more to hear 'God bless you' from these panhandlers. I'm blessed indeed, if their blessings have worth with their God. Rather, I think they've trained themselves to say that because the majority of people that give them things either are covert christians (who obviously want blessings in return for their offerings), or are christians that preach at them that they should be thankful for everything they receive and praise God because it's obviously all his doing when something good comes their way. I'm neither. I simply know what it is to go hungry because you don't have enough money to buy food and give food away accordingly. *shrug* I just wish they would stop blessing me, and start eating more.
One friend that came to visit commented that I'm a 'good little housewife' and I was offended. I didn't really question WHY until today, but here's what I've thought of: I think I was offended because the way it was said felt like they had taken everything they saw of me, and summed it up in the most inadequate expression: little housewife. I'm more than just a wife, and I do more than sit around the house cooking and cleaning. I'm still a young woman, still interested in Japan, learning, and growing as a person, and to be told that I fit the role of a good little housewife negates my existence as anything else. That's offensive to me. But then, also thinking along this line, she didn't say 'You're JUST a good little housewife'. She was, quite likely, merely commenting on the side of me that she was observing, and my response could have simply been "Thank you. I hope you know, however, I'm more than just a housewife." There was no reason to be unduly offended over that one comment. Instead, I feel I should take pride in the fact that I AM a good wife and caretaker. I don't, not really, but I should. I take pride in my food (especially when it turns out well), my decorating (because I like doing it), my hobbies (reading, swimming, etc.), and my abilities (too various to list). So why not view being a housewife (though I feel the terminology to be utterly inadequate to express my awesomeness) as another ability of mine and try to take some pride from it? Mayhap when they find better terms to define my awesomeness, I will accept the compliment with pride. Til then.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdymCQ5PXrs
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Sometimes I think I'm uninteresting....
and then Hubby comes home. He looks at me with these eyes that say I'm the only thing he's found of interest all day, and I have all of his attention. It makes me feel super interesting, and my belief in myself is restored. Ah, marriage!
So there's an opening at Apple for a year long contract that I really, really want. I don't know if I'll get it, but I really want to see how I can rise to the challenge. I want to use my Japanese!! I want to improve!! Argh!!
I went to enroll in Massage School today. I'll be starting in October, and going essentially at night. After I came home I looked for job openings in the areas we're considering living in. There's a LOT of openings in my mom's home town, a good number in Maryland, but pretty much none in hubby's hometown. That's too bad, but in a way, it's also great!
I've been muzzy-headed all day. I'm having trouble sleeping enough and really just sleeping the night through. I think that might be why I can't seem to concentrate on much lately. I accidentally applied to a few jobs today because I wasn't really thinking and just applied. They may go surprisingly well. It's what tends to happen when I don't put effort in. I'm having trouble just making sense of my sentences, though.
So on the note, I give up. I'm heading toward the bed. So for you: Maybe tell me why you think I'm interesting in the comments, to keep me going when Hubby isn't around?
So there's an opening at Apple for a year long contract that I really, really want. I don't know if I'll get it, but I really want to see how I can rise to the challenge. I want to use my Japanese!! I want to improve!! Argh!!
I went to enroll in Massage School today. I'll be starting in October, and going essentially at night. After I came home I looked for job openings in the areas we're considering living in. There's a LOT of openings in my mom's home town, a good number in Maryland, but pretty much none in hubby's hometown. That's too bad, but in a way, it's also great!
I've been muzzy-headed all day. I'm having trouble sleeping enough and really just sleeping the night through. I think that might be why I can't seem to concentrate on much lately. I accidentally applied to a few jobs today because I wasn't really thinking and just applied. They may go surprisingly well. It's what tends to happen when I don't put effort in. I'm having trouble just making sense of my sentences, though.
So on the note, I give up. I'm heading toward the bed. So for you: Maybe tell me why you think I'm interesting in the comments, to keep me going when Hubby isn't around?
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Interesting imgur things.
I don't think this is nearly as accurate as I thought it would be. It's weird and strange in some parts, but the essential message, I believe is the same. Yes, Hubby is my best friend. Unless I have a surprise for him, and then he's my worst enemy because there's no one (except maybe my mom) that I want to tell the secret to more.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/erinchack/ways-your-significant-other-is-actually-youre-best-friend
I like this blogger in general, but this post is pretty good. It's just pictures of bumper stickers. I remember when I got in my crash, mom said I was sitting underneath my bumper sticker that said something like "Danger. Blonde driving, doesn't know about brakes" (I had two, I think I just combined them in that....). She thought it was ironically funny.
http://www.danoah.com/30-of-the-funniest-bumper-stickers-youve-probably-never-seen
Another post of his that I tend to read and it gives me goosebumps and sometimes chills, is the stories from his readers about creepy things kids say. I've experienced some creepy kid talk, so it's not hard to imagine these things.
http://www.danoah.com/2013/08/24-more-of-the-creepiest-things-ever-said-by-kids-2.html
This had to go on my blog. Watch it! It's only a minute or so long, and it's surprisingly funny.
http://www.upworthy.com/watch-and-learn-how-to-roll-down-your-window-and-deliver-a-fantastic-response-to-an-ahole?g=2&c=upw1
I was looking at a 'list' of 50 reasons they miss college, and most of the pictures are of young women (dressed or undressed), and beer. Sometimes together. I don't know about you, but those never really factored much in my college experience. Sad that they seem so important to these others.
I can't think of anything else I feel a burning need to share except: Train is performing on Sunday! <3 br="" nbsp=""> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teEyJYFab6Y&list=TLe4_qPAVFmWY
http://www.buzzfeed.com/erinchack/ways-your-significant-other-is-actually-youre-best-friend
I like this blogger in general, but this post is pretty good. It's just pictures of bumper stickers. I remember when I got in my crash, mom said I was sitting underneath my bumper sticker that said something like "Danger. Blonde driving, doesn't know about brakes" (I had two, I think I just combined them in that....). She thought it was ironically funny.
http://www.danoah.com/30-of-the-funniest-bumper-stickers-youve-probably-never-seen
Another post of his that I tend to read and it gives me goosebumps and sometimes chills, is the stories from his readers about creepy things kids say. I've experienced some creepy kid talk, so it's not hard to imagine these things.
http://www.danoah.com/2013/08/24-more-of-the-creepiest-things-ever-said-by-kids-2.html
This had to go on my blog. Watch it! It's only a minute or so long, and it's surprisingly funny.
http://www.upworthy.com/watch-and-learn-how-to-roll-down-your-window-and-deliver-a-fantastic-response-to-an-ahole?g=2&c=upw1
I was looking at a 'list' of 50 reasons they miss college, and most of the pictures are of young women (dressed or undressed), and beer. Sometimes together. I don't know about you, but those never really factored much in my college experience. Sad that they seem so important to these others.
I can't think of anything else I feel a burning need to share except: Train is performing on Sunday! <3 br="" nbsp=""> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teEyJYFab6Y&list=TLe4_qPAVFmWY
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