Real Jobless. Still.

Up until the past couple of days, I've pretty much been hired for every job I've ever applied. In the past week, I've not gotten three different jobs. And by "not gotten", I mean I didn't even get an interview or a phone call, but instead read in the paper that the positions have been filled, complete with names and starting salaries. Ouch. Talk about salt in the wound.

I guess the difference is that every job I've ever applied for before has been a waitressing or bartending job. These were teaching jobs. Real jobs. I cried when I saw the newspaper. Any one of those teaching jobs would have made my life so much easier. But, I suppose it's back to bartending and substitute teaching and hoping someone retires or gets mono or something. See, this is why I wish I believed in god. If I believed in god, I could say things like, "well, he must just have an even better plan for me", and go on my merry way. Or I could pray for a job instead of worshiping the Ben and Jerry gods of comfort food by eating ice cream until I gain five pounds and my face looks like a 14-year-old boy's. Oy. I'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope that at least karma exists. I must have done something decent over the years.

And now I'm a three weeks away from being a quarter of the way through a Master's degree. I haven't been blogging because, as it turns out, Master's degrees are not easily obtained. These classes are time consuming and HARD. They are also expensive. The student loan companies must love me.

I so hope this all ends up being worth it.

Tooth Emergency

I had a dentist appointment the other day because I had a chipped tooth that was starting to hurt. Mason went to daycare while I went to my appointment. Later that day, he was playing with two firetrucks and I overheard him and his toys having the following conversation:


Big firetruck: My tooth hurts!

Small firetruck: Poooor firetruck!

Mason the narrator: [making the trucks go in two different directions] This firetruck's tooth hurts so this firetruck has to go to Georgi's!

Take That, Grad School!

A 4.0 in my first graduate class ever! It wasn't easy, and this half of the summer I'm taking two classes instead of just one. Gah! I try not to do any work unless Mase is sleeping; as a result, I haven't stayed up so late at night since he was a newborn and I was watching Texas Hold 'Em tournaments while breastfeeding into the wee hours of the morning. Oh well. It'll all be worth it when I have a good job and can support us without worrying so much, right?

How do Mommies Study for their Master's?

Very quietly. :)

Absorbent and Yellow and Porous

Oy. I'm so behind on blogging I'm not even sure if I posted these yet. Regardless, they're funny, so I'm sure no one will mind seeing them twice.

In case you ever wondered what happens when you leave a three-year-old in the bathtub alone for thirty seconds while you run to get a towel and put some clothes on - no, it isn't accidental drowning. At least, not with my kid.

My kid jumped out of the tub, somehow managed to get Spongebob out of the crib where he lay minding his own business, and bring him back into the bath... where he apparently was plotting to shave him.




Absorbent? Oh yeah. Spongebob weighed about forty pounds after he was finished with his little swim. The only thing worse than trying to soak up the gallon of water on the floor after our usual bath time is trying to figure out what to do with a forty-pound sponge.