Blonde Story Short

Sometimes some people watch some TV when they're unemployed. That's just what I've heard. While it's probably wrong to coin myself as UE, the 25 hours a week I grace the yacht club with my terrible attitude just don't feel like a real, full-time job. My fellow servers and bartenders love it when I say that. They don't think it's rude and offensive at all. Actually the fact that I receive unemployment (technically legal since I did lose my full-time gig and report my yachty earnings) isn't at all annoying to them either. Anyhoo, back to my recent favorite ack., TV. I've been really reaping the benefits (since I don't have any other benefits) of my AT&T Uverse account. Whodathought spending a hundo a month on mind numbing distractions would come in so darn handy? Because of this TV dazed stage of my life, I have developed some opinions (weird I know) about some certain programs: 1. If I have to see or hear the commercials for Oprah's fina...

Like the Indian man sitting next to me on my recent flight said... There's something maternal about me. While my initial reaction was to assume he meant I was fat, I quickly turned my emotions to that of appreciation. I'm almost certain it was a compliment, I'll be taking it as such regardless. Currently, I have friends, a boo and most importantly a blog to nurture with my said "motherly instincts." Oddly enough, the less structured life is for me, the less time I find to take care of my very important (and necessary for the sake of my sanity and overall friendliness)Blog Baby. Note: Blog Baby is blonde just like someday my human baby will be. Isn't that precious. While the current thoughts that go round and round up here need to debut ASAP...I will not be doing that quite yet. I will however be reminding Blog Baby that I love her (meaning you, reader) and will be gracing her with my nonsense soon ;) Much love.

Ya know that one friend who claims that one really learns about herself when in a romantic relationship? Things like what her strengths are, her weaknesses (a topic I don't care to learn more about, personally) and so on and so on... I don't hate on the relationship loving friend, and especially not any of her theories. Clearly I appreciate the effort it takes to come up with one and then attempt selling it to others to boot! I have learned something very recently about myself, thanks to my current oh-so-insightful Man Friend (My MF if you will). It turns out that there is something I do during very inappropriate times, something that should generally be done... in private at night and if your love life is anything like mine often is...by yourself. SLEEP MF observed and pointed out that I might possibly be a narcoleptic: one that "suffers" from sudden, uncontrollable deep sleep. His substantial evidence included that many of my "anecdotes" I share begin wi...

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?!...

I find myself really making use of this two word combo lately. If I were 60 years older I could tack on an "all" at the end or really go nuts and sub "you" for "it!" All these emotions (that are related to a career hault and result in outdated cursing phrases) have me girling out as well. Try not to judge me when I share that the following came out of my mouth this morning... "Don't you wish we had time to just cuddle for another half hour? I hate nannying (pause thirty seconds) Damn it." I'm upset with life for a few reasons: 1) I'm so NOT stoked on my job that i've become the woman that wants to lie in bed all day and 2) while I'm making that "under the table" cash, I'm going completely insane in the process. Damn it's come out when finally a long walk turns into both children sleeping and then loud neighbor slams her trunk or let's her dogs bark incesently. Damn it's fly when I realize it's 5:...