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that I could put ALL my eggs in? 'Cause that's what I do with my eggs...or job related hopes and efforts in this case. With every new prospect, I find myself under a very certain (and overly confident) assumption that I will a) GET the position and b) joyfully remain with the prospective company for years to come, moving up the ladder and retiring with enough saved to spend my post fifty days party planning and shopping for shoes. While the practical side of me kicks in and insists I continue my search and "networking" (probably my least fave thing to do, after babysitting in a dirty house) I half-ass attempt applying for other positions although I just know it's a waste of my precious time since I'm clearly going to be offered said former position that obviously offers a hefty salary, pension and reasonable Health benies. Can you guess what happens next? Similar to the other "shoe being dropped," the bottom of my basket instead drops, leaving al

I wrote a post when Blondestoryshort was just a baby (now she's a toddler...but hopefully not in the terrible two's stage) that was titled, "To teach or not to teach," as that was the current question. And here I am again, asking the same damned thing. Much like the past two summers I'm left wondering what the FRICK I'm going to do in the fall. Isn't it just great that teachers, those supposedly molding our future generations, have the least stable positions of anyone? I'll postpone jumping on my Soap box for another time, my archaic computer may not live long enough for all that I have to "share" on that subject. After being totally screwed this past year (that topic not being postponed but rather omitted altogether) I'm seriously considering leaving the education "industry." I quote the word as its run unlike any other industry in the world...leaving all professionalism aside for some reason or another. The endless job opti

are easy when they involve nice wine and fancy dinners. Upon being a part of one for over five (ish) months, the things a young couple starts to do are a little different. What started out as a trip to Cancun, somehow became a back country camping expedition through Yosemite. If you're anything like myself, you don't even know what that means...Well, I'll tell you (since as of seven days ago I now know, in a major way). Back country camping means camping withOUT things like an established camp site's standard amenities (like a bathroom) and food with its natural hydration in place. Instead one survives on his own water filtration system and indulging in baby wipe wipe-downs and instant coffee, close seconds to showers and REAL coffee. While these aren't really indulgences (unless you chose hot chocolate over the coffee like one particularly clever blonde) they do make ones camping experience quite exciting. And how could I leave out the twenty-two mile hike part?!